The fruits of Earth are sweet and succulent
Nothing compares to Mother Nature’s gift
Yet she’s denied any acknowledgement
Her bosom heaves; releasing wails to drift
And tears cascade from the vault of heaven
But hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned
Humanity’s sins won’t be forgiven
The Woman’s nature surges unadorned
She relishes the chance to prove her force
Lives are destroyed with terrible malice
Mother Nature screams until she is hoarse
A black cloud of hate surrounds her palace
The Mother of Earth will be admired
In the heart of the world she has murdered