Cybele - Earthists.

The sound of rain

And the trees and plants rippling in the wind

Are we never to hear this ensemble again?

A drop of gray ink splashes onto the green and blue

It spreads in a distorted way

It’s too late to remove

As time passed

We selfishly painted a picture in our favorite color on the canvas

Even if we try to paint it out in white

The smear will remain

In the world we obtained in exchange for lives

That are torn apart

The flowers die and the earth cracks

Will a man plant a seed

Children don’t know the fragrance of the rainy forest

Their lullaby is the sound of rain

Splashing on a concrete slab

Will mankind rule this grassland

Where we see the setting sun

How long will we be able to see

The green covering the earth