Her fresh teardrops fall to the Earth
In a steady stream she cries for her ravaged land
Pierced with gaping long lasting wounds
From many centuries across time.
She wails for the creatures from both land and sea
That they may find a way to keep their disappearing land
From those who would take it away so freely.
Her anguish deepens with every pasting year
For her precious land being devoured by warring fractions
Of who should rule her large vast landscape
They bicker among themselves so loudly.
She waits for the day when her land will heal
When harmony rules in its stead
Her fresh teardrops that will fall to the Earth
Will turn to tears of happiness for all who unite together.