The Land is Calling

The land calls in the morning,

“Take care of me, oh humanity.”

Do not let earthquakes come again,

Do not let landslides return.

The land weeps, bringing floods,

Its water murky, heavy with burden.

The trees cry out for help,

Yet we pretend not to hear their plea.

Let us plant trees on barren soil,

Do not let them be left scattered.

The Earth will smile in beauty once more,

If we care for it with love.

Pauziah apriliani, XII-G