My mother is a country

My mother is a country,
the father of a rainbow,
sisters, brothers, rainbow
on the ride.
The great outdoors,
you still my mother's supervision of land.
Until the mother's lap,
sometimes the victim of a grove of trees
I get to rest, to sleep.

Inside the blood is contaminated,
hair myrtle crown
the suffering.
Sometimes my eyes for a moment
had the chance to watch the little one.
The world was soon shut down
the radiance of glory.
Wisdom, words, my heart
was implanted, looking into my eyes
all-seeing.
I'm just not my strength strong,
I'm not powerful enough.
The tears rising streams
down the mountain running,
they are the world of the valleys
bring the horrors of heinous.