It is said in the Vedas;
That, whatever now we do.
Determines in the next life,
That who will be who.

The good deeds of life before,
Has earned us a human form.
Showering us with powers,
From the day we are born.

But the evil deeds of humanity,
Accumulations due to greed.
For what? We really know not,
Nor is there a real need.

This want for more is endless,
And is testing for mother earth.
Who provides things in abundance,
And never leaves a dearth.

In delusion of achievements,
We’re actually collecting sins.
Whose results we’ll get in next life,
And know what suffering means.

We’re paving a path for travelling,
A life without water or air.
Money and gold are useless,
When basic things are rare.

Polluted fumes shall abound,
In treeless barren land.
The dry, choking hot air;
Shall blow over scorching sand.

Drops of water will be diamonds,
Every fruit and leaf will be gold.
The noble souls shall get them;
To noble souls they’ll be sold.

Only the fit and poor will live,
For they have the true wealth.
The power to endure adversity,
With which they’ve always dealt.

The rich who gained mere money,
By exploiting nature to the core.
Will awaken and gradually realise,
That money has no value anymore.

The air , water and food;
That we take for granted everyday.
Are the real priceless things,
Whatever one might say.

So by planting trees and caring,
For whatever God gives for free.
Is the only path to salvation,
For the world, for you and me.