I go out from my shading domicile;
I am feeling now the effulgence for real;
I wonder surface with my water corporal
Not I can escape for it-s inevitably natural.
My vision gets no eyes but ears
Hearing a lady having gloomy tears;
Drops of agony I follow whence
Then I descry a woman with all my sense.
I approach, I ask, I sympathize
To woman who dwells innocent, not wise;
She says humanity has no mundane conducts-
She suffers from bedlam who mocks!
I begin listening to her great demand
That everything is a trend of change, not command;
And to emphasize is her distress son, she tells:
Kiliminjaro, what goodness he melts!
To talk about Sol, she continues:
Her husband conveys his useful hues
To generate every dweller and arena
But dwellers do not follow memoranda.
Sol-s magic is persisting to capture
To be used, no value to ensure;
Abuse of the populace is to be sit,
She is so crying from her partner-s heat.
Now I am threatened by her melancholy-
The sorrows of to be sorrowed are in agony;
I walk out from her in distance;
I cannot do it- she is abused in her countenance.
I then realize she is Gaea
Whom every one depends in every era;
I say I can-t help her for comfort
But it-s the environmental concern of the created sort.
What to do is somelike a mystery
To Gaea who can-t do her natural symmetry;
Storms, typhoons and weather are improper;
It-s today, not tomorrow, of actions to ponder!
Again, I am feeling torrid;
My integument can-t anymore feed;
I bathe so fetid, I can-t perceive!
Oh my Sol! Your heat I can-t conceive.
