My eyes are opened to the deplorable state my gifts have become. Anger, pain and resentment are my feelings towards those I have charged with the protection of these gifts.
My gifts of vast plain surfaces and its richness have not been utilised to its full potentials. What is expected to bring food doesn't.
Shade to cool these surfaces is cut down and not replaced due to greedy hearts. The watery portions of my gifts is filled with waste that man makes.
When I hold the skies and rains don't come down you cry. When they do u build structures to block my ways.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! I AM THE ONE WHO PROVIDES THESE.
I AM __A. D. O. M. A. K. Y. 3. D. E. 3. __
MOTHER NATURE AND I AM ANGRY!
