O’er the hills and valleys,
There spreads a lush green meadow,
Where a colorful wings spreads in rallies,
Dancing and swaying lively under the yellow.
The mother endowed her with beauty,
With a blissful air that splashes the green,
Movin’ a solitary traveler with a yippee,
Making the day a new queen.
Throughout the land of the hunters,
The beauty Echoes it’s pains and sorrows,
Emanating from the men’s blunder,
The scenic beauty turns pale on the morrow.
Pray for her peaceful kingdom,
Life in the meadow has become futile.
Let’s give a teeny species a freedom to live,
To make a better world to enjoy the nature’s tootle.
Joel T Sangtam