Through the Forest's Trees
Through the forest, through the trees
Hearing birds, frogs, and the bees
Being quiet, being still
Water, leaves, on the occasional hill
Animals over and underground
Feels like no one is around
Yet in beneath the growing grasses
Is polluted air from oil and gases
This pollution will grow and grow through time
Getting a dime for everyday that it's not is not a lot of dimes
Copyright © Alexander Millar | Year Posted 2006
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