Tonima, a daughter of the earth

Tonima, a daughter of the earth

Tonima, a daughter of the earth whom I know,
To live plaintively on the meadow,
As if she is in her own way to lead lives
To prosecute her views what she does.
Truth to heart and deals like the realistic
Thinks to convey and moralist everyone her gesture.
She lives like the plaintiff but she never commits.
To go and reach the top.
Tonima, a daughter of the earth.

She is the daughter of the earth, like the cloud,
To come down to the earth with the message of truth,
As a shower of truncate rainfall and gives hopes,
For new life leaving odds and old
To go into the rhymes of the burning sun
Which always inflames beside the door.
She leads her life like lackluster and stock still
Which lies to the embedded echoes in darkness
To set up the truth being optimistic inspired.
Like the plants being lively in the dark
To rejoice victory of struggling in clear sky
As if some one lags behind in quest of shy
To ascend the tops by overlapping dark clouds
In order to move along the alleyway,
As the lost art that knows the mystery,
 To talk about the meadow on the grass land
As if parked view on realistic ideas and thought.
She passes by always in her dreams,
To contrail and sprinkle her own image hereinafter.