The beauty of nature is reflected in the harmony of living beings in their environment
In natural disasters that are reshaping the earth, incessant movement millennium,
It revolves around the sun without worrying about us, hungry microbes and polluters
Even in pain, fear, we never managed to learn from our mistakes
If the earth had the words ... they would be born of the waves
The ocean would rise early sobs waves
From its abysmal womb, the first murmurs
Would sweep the beaches littered by our garbage.
The beauty of nature is transmitted from the first rays of sun on the horizon
Immaculate in a morning dew that points to the first flower buds
She twirls in a galaxy in an infinite dimension which we mortals gullible
Seek to pierce the mysteries while we saccageons our own sky.
If the earth had words for sure she would treat us to "boobies"
On childish children who have never understood that it was she who sets the pace
One day she will resume her rights without asking our opinion
The laws of men, it sweeps them .. Do tsunami debris that remain ...
The beauty of nature is reflected in the absolute strength that emerges every birth
Whether in the animal world, plant, each germinating seed to that power
To fight, to have the desire to excel, to mature and contribute
And we, beings "smart" can do nothing against her perpetual evolution.
If the earth had the words .. They shoot out of its echo
Whoever rumbles under the avalanche which deploys its white coat
From a low cry she would remind us that it has the power to sentence
Before locking us into the deadliest of its silences.
The beauty of nature is reflected in his cold lands of northern lights illuminated,
These lands or vestiges of the past are protected in the icy atmosphere
As if his secrets were to be preserved for our foolishness and ignorance
We poor creatures too young looking for answers in our wanderings.
If the earth had the words ... she would keep warm
In the bowels of its perpetual puddle, because the content of his remarks
Will pour out like a wave of incendiary anger ...
To show us that we are but dust and ashes ...
The beauty of nature is reflected in its diversity, its complexity, its vast forests
Its desert areas, its mountains, its smells, the fruit of his cornucopia
We spoil despite warnings of "wise men" who advise caution us
Ancient civilizations have left us their wealth of knowledge.
If the earth had the words ... they would fall like a plague
We left orphaned in a world of chaos
Destroy to rebuild ...
What does this mean ...?
Yet at every moment, in her own way she keeps talking about us
Although some among us prefer to ignore .. Others know listen.
