The skies are angry
A child has died in agony
The animals have stopped feeding
All birds have ceased flying

The rivers have stopped flowing
And the rains have suddenly stopped falling
A mother cries, and a father is angry
The little child is in a white casket
Children everywhere on earth are mourning

The migration has begun
The birds are flying to the grave
All animals are being very brave
Caring no more for wars and guns
Children are coming too, they are not listening
The rivers have joined forces and are flowing
To form a beautiful lake around the grave
Nature is angry, the innocents are angry