We are running so fast,
We have left all the pleasures behind,
The nature's work of art,
Every day it has been declined.
We don't hear birds chirping,
We don't see fishes diving,
We rarely see butterflies painting,
And the lions roaring.
The rivers of Saudi Arabia,
And the deserts of Europe,
The sand and rocks of Antarctica,
And the ice of Saharaa.
The leaves that has fallen from the cliff,
The waterfall that has rose upon,
The purple mountains with wicked wings,
And the black rainbow with chewed dawn.
The teeth clenching waves,
And desirable mysteries,
The secrets that has been burrowed in the deep forest,
And the place whose names are banned to mention in dictionaries.
The grass and expected seeds,
The dew fading in evening,
The eyes of owls and murderer eagle,
The wings of ostrich and penguins.
The tap dance in water by the ducks,
And the twerking by peacocks,
The challenges of raising the pups,
And knowing the time without the clocks.
The jumping race over the trees by orangutans,
The venomous and poisonous snakes,
Their flashing eyes in the dark,
And to track them down with whatever it takes.
The web of the spiders,
The holes of the snails
The quick legs of squirrles,
And the bite of thousands of different species of ants.
We don't want to lose them, do we?
We don't want to be forbidden, do we?
Today or tomorrow or any one evolving day in future,
Now, we are digesting them, then, they will bring the DEMOTION.