A Fragile Statue Made of Soil & Soul,
Pride As If Titanium filled & Diamond within.
Made Paper & Metal Your Total Life,
Thats Your Currency,For which You Seek in World.
Broken Relations & Cracked Hopes,
Thats what You Possess All in Here.
Plastic Tears & Synthetic Cries that Ever You Express Here,
Crush their Ego & then You Expect a Gift from There.
Affiliations with Crowns and Neglect to Dust,
That What You Have the Final Lust.
You have read the Lesson of Fear,
Unfortunately You Have Never Taken Care.
A Single Storm takes You Away,
A Dance of Earth create series of Pray.
You Are Just A sand that can’t pile on itself,
A Water That Cannot Be Held.
The Nature Even Doubts This Best Creation,
That Possess Nothing at this Demising Station!