If not for the seasons, the colors they show.
The smells, the flowers, the wonders that grow.

If not for the plants, that grow from the earth.
Life would be without meaning, and death would be earth.

If not for the fruit, that grows from the trees.
Man would be without nectar that can meet his needs.

If not for the things, that the earth can bring.
Only one can tell, what life would be.

For without the earth, we would be but a shadow.
To see what could have been, with no life to follow.

Take care of this place, that we call our own.
And be one with its harvest, and be true to follow.

For without this place, that we can call home.
We would be without a life, and life would be hollow.