From the lights of sun,
Glows the entirety,
Presenting the days,
Glows the locality.
Prison the winds,
Prison the air,
Fools you around,
Escapes everywhere.
As the water flows,
Changes no color,
Lucid and transparent,
You own it or rent.
Housed by the soil,
Food and the bed,
The land lushes green,
Even and serene.
Under this even share,
All equal and fair,
Originates numerous lies,
Rests the dirty human game.