Your Thoughts ( What your thoughts can do to you )

The thoughts that you creat, form your mind

To either make you wise or blind

Positive thoughts, comfort and heal

Negative thoughts, trouble and kill

THE VOICE OF THE GROUND

     The ground complains :

            I am the Ground , mother Earth's face ,

            Great and mighty , holy and blessed ,

            Humble enough to be under your feet ,

            All I long and ask is , little love and respect .

 

            We've agreed about the steps you should take ,

            To keep our teamwork and maintain our friendship ,

            But you dig beyond the depth I gave ,

            The bedrooms of resting Floods and Quakes .

            

            I have ears , more than two , this you should know !

            Eyes that cry , much more than you do !

            The dreadful Floods ? Those are my tears !

            Tears , I'd been holding for years !  

                                                                

            Who'd like to hear the contents of my heart ?

            Who cares when my teardrops start ?

            Dead are the roots that give me strength ,

            No more trees and graceful grass of green !

 

            Hear ! Your heavy equipments' sound is small ,

            Against the angry mother Nature's roar !

            Floods and Quakes , work hand and hand ,

            I can't help but slide to kill millions of men !

                                                                           

            A deep breath to ease my pains ,

            Forms the storms and wildest winds ,

            Angry Thunders and destructive Rains ,

            Are all expressions of my complains !             

 

     The Humble Ground, My Friend And Home

            Mightier than me, so strong and great ,

            But humble enough to be under my feet ,

            Dead or alive, I'm bound to it ,

            That is the ground, on which I step .

            

            It Knows my birth, my first steps ,

            In its arms, I use to rest ,

            It played with me when I was small ,

            On its lap, I use to roll .

 

            I fly high up the sky with glee ,

            I sail along the deep blue sea ,

            But not so long, I turn around ,

            I long, I love to touch the ground .

 

            It's not the sky and clouds of white ,

            It's not the stars that shines so bright ,

            My dwelling place, my only home ,

            It's Earth, the Ground where I belong .