In this world of concrete
Nature's taken for granted
Considered obsolete
Nature is the truth
Devoid of which
The honest Me is incomplete
Like the sand so grey
All will slip away
Nature is what will stay
As memories
Till the last day
Eyes with sunshine
Lips like a petal
Rosy cheeks
Fire enough to melt metal
From the snow
Teeth win the white battle
Even they don't settle
Like the ever humming air
Yeah the curls of your hair
Rivers trees
Mountains and lowland
May be they stand
As nature to the land
But no less than the nature
You stand in stature
Thanks to this maniac
Now you are a literature
Nature's taken for granted
Considered obsolete
Nature is the truth
Devoid of which
The honest Me is incomplete
Like the sand so grey
All will slip away
Nature is what will stay
As memories
Till the last day
Eyes with sunshine
Lips like a petal
Rosy cheeks
Fire enough to melt metal
From the snow
Teeth win the white battle
Even they don't settle
Like the ever humming air
Yeah the curls of your hair
Rivers trees
Mountains and lowland
May be they stand
As nature to the land
But no less than the nature
You stand in stature
Thanks to this maniac
Now you are a literature