The mountains stand soaring, touching the sky,
Their snow-capped craniums held high.
The brooks and the rivers, crystal clear
Carry the Essence of Life - water so dear.
The air is always untainted and clean
Dust and dirt forever unseen.
The shrubbery and vegetation are flourishing fast
“The Slash and Burn age” is now the past.
Dreams, you see, are peculiar things,
Unknown and unseen into our mind it clings.
Some come true while others fade,
This dream, O Lord, let it not fail.
‘Coz this little dream is not just mine,
It’s yours and theirs; it is growing…the line.
Let’s not stand aside and stare away,
Let’s get into action and pave the way.
To make this world a cleaner one.
To make our short stay much more fun.
Day by day, hour by hour,
Let’s build up our dream destination.