Green, brown and blue,
Soft and see through, like the dew.
Strong like the thunder,
This peace, leaving you to wonder.
Where is this place we talk about?
In the roar of the king,
And the swiftly just walk away,
One for the elder,
And the elder for all,
In its silence we're all scared,
And in our darkest, its always bright,
Mother nature, you'll always been here,
But we still cut, and we make her cry,
We're bringing it down,
But you've stood there, just weeping.
When the rain falls,
Was it the blades that cut you?
When the ice melts, and we drown,
Is it that you've had enough?
Promises we make to you,
But never keep.
Promises to keep our promises,
But we never do.
And you're left cying.
You've always been there.
When we run our fingers,
Down the woon and the rain,
We reach out to the sky,
For every drop that we can find,
Until the redness of the sky,
Leaves the redness of our eyes,
So beautiful and so serene,
Where is this place we talk about?
When the butterflies, sit on our palm,
We're ignorant of everything else,
Just watch this little being,
A few more days, and she's gone.
When they swim next to me,
I'm hurting for all we've done,
Turning their to darker shades,
Doesn't it make you cry,
When it rains, mother nature weeps.
Marke bhi, yaheen girna hai,
Jab tak saans bhari hai,
Ishi kudrat ki nazar mein rehna hai,
Kyun rote ho raat bhar,
In phuloon ko dekh kar,
Muskurate raho.
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