The Voice Of The Good Earth Poem by Ravi Panamanna

I give thee my resources-
My winds and springs,
My fields and streams,
And a wealth of mines.

I give thee my dreams-
A place to live in,
A land to trod on,
A bower to rest in.

I give thee my seasons-
To make thy granary full,
To feel the hues of life,
To feel the living Nature.

I give thee my richness-
My undivided dales,
My wooded lands,
And my coral isles.

But a wicked seller thou art,
Trample the meads dividing life and heart.
Remember-Thou art blest for your need,
But not for thy overwhelming greed.