To what pain makes the sky cry so much, what bitterness lies beneath it's mysterious beauty? To what care makes the ground drain it all, and store it up in the oceans, rivers, lakes and seas?

To what tension makes the wind blow so much, and what path does the wind go? To what fury makes the sun blaze a lot, and in the heat comes nothing foretold?

To what concern makes the air ease the heat, to what purpose are the shed on trees? To what ungratefulness makes man care less much of the nature we enjoy for free?

© All Rights Reserved