The land is unhappy,
craving for nature's help,
cursed and forgotten,
into the paradise of terror.
Vegetations cry for help,
human pains are not felt,
A ferocious eclipse beckons,
with a gaze hotter than fire,
even the devil resist to admire.
weeping and gnashing of teeth,
reverb's, as their voices were heard,
all over the earth, and up to the heavens,
will nature ever respond to their pathetic voices?.
Grtest write.