The sky as a roof,
Plants as a life supporter,
Land to hold us upright,
Water and Air as a soul satisfier.

Stays as a backbone,
Provides every essentials.
But we keep on destroying
and damaging its beauty.

Her one touch during sickness,
Makes us purely fine.
It gives us everything,
But we always return awfulness.

She never says No,
When we ask something.
So, don't you think
we should respect them.
_Krishna Gogoi