We built those towers and monuments of stone
With a high hope to touch the heaven and hell-
But only clouds blocked our eyes, air got rarer
We, the mundane human, couldn't breath well.

We blasted off the rocks to find out gold
We found,but not much to satisfy our greed,
Only our holy air and water got poisoned,
Only we forgot our real and true need.

The firy mother laughed at us from lightning,
We mistook that as whistle of typhoon,
We supplied endless souls to sacrifice to her
She gave us both her curse and boon.

Now, we stand quietly under the midnight sky
Full of planets and stars and numerous galaxies,
We realise our true need is only love and light
Then we join our plams and fall on our knees.