How Happy Is Our Earth

How happy and still is the earth When upon her bosom come blessed events of birth The most joyful hour alights When in silence born pain and pleasure in delight Upon travail of soul being stirred in her veins At the thought of motherhood of millions Deep down the dust dwells her essence And of heart, soul, beauty and grace Nothing is one and the same that her equals For all are her creations and she is the creator of elegance Standing high in stature and outstretching beyond Looks firmament she carries easy on her head And her hair black and green like cascading river shone When she wears the sun and the moon As earrings in her simple and pure face like a benediction And more striking aura of her icon Is the magical spell of her necklace Of rainbow when at times she wears And with plants and insects, animals and birds She looks gorgeous for they are as well her precious jewels Rightly called as the Goddess of wealth For her treasures always seem wrapped in a mystery of depth Food, oil, coal, iron and others in multitude Season after season she gifts and as if in gratitude And forever indebted to mankind But in return where is the sentiment of gratitude Or reward in penance and kind, or recompense For she has been sullied and plundered time and again with looseness And she bears it silently and weeps tears That mankind sees not as reflected upon melting of polar ice caps She creates dreams for her children in silent reverence Birds sing and man prays to break her silence Aloud she hears and falls asleep upon soothing notes Like a slumbering babe dreaming in them of paradise But let her long and deep sleep be a boon Lest barbarity of conspiracy hits her crown By vulnerable sounds of missiles Hatched to arouse her ire upon she may wake up and dance To tremor, the sounds of which may shake our walking, Deafen our hearing and maim for ever our living Once treated like a queen and held in high esteem Now prays for peace unto herself and for her children whom She carries in her bosom as consequential things of God Handed over since time immemorial upon promise to be taken care of for good Oh, wake up Mankind wake up And see and wipe her tears to cheer up For the paradise once lost can't be replaced instantaneous Upon her bosom in a day with a new paradise