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Someday when it seems as if the moon has stopped glowing;

Lets us hope it is not due to pollution but due to our love that blinds our eyes.

The stars are no more twinkling and the days;   

 Past us by as though we lost time with our planet,

And are no more counting by, I will be the light that sparkles.

Like a flame igniting our heart, reaching, tracing  

And searching for every treasure deep within.

For the love our country and planet, for the love of ourselves;

Someday when you are no more, like the flame coming out,

Of the fire, or like a world without, I will cry endlessly

But I will still be the protectorate that I must live to be.

And you will once more be enfolded by my arms.

How can you tell the rain not to fall when the clouds exist?

How can you tell the leaves not to fall when the winds exist?

How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist!

Colures may fade, sun may not shine,

The moon may not be bright, a heartbeat may stop,

Lives may pass but our LOVE, Earth shall and;

I will treasure until the day my/our heart beat as one.

For you Mother Nature will have only changed your make-up;

Called Our Environment!