I live to follow her steps
I breathe to listen her sing
Tears roll down when she is in pain
For all her effort has been in vain
Cry she does in pain and anger
floods us with rain and drought
Protect me did she eons gone by
For her I shall even die
Once her eyes used to twinkle
Now her face is full of creases and wrinkle
Oh mother earth do not worry I am here.
For I am no president nor minister!