It’s a beautiful world of ours,
The one we call home,
Painted flawlessly so by Him,
For us, possessing diverse minds like special flowers.
Rivers are like the endless snakes,
Greenery soothes the eyes,
And pacifies the hearts,
Fetch delight the ever-weeping fountains and lakes.
The sun and the moon,
The infinite idle yet beautiful stars,
Poke the poets’ psyches,
Making them create beauty soon.
The birds carry the sky,
On their back,
By turn,
But they never in agony sigh.
The green carpet across the earth,
The lakes, rain and the sweet water,
The seas, deserts, mountains, air, gold and diamond,
Are all gifts of worth.