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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On this beautiful island in the Mediterranean Sea The seagulls are flying and a whale I have seen Yet still there is the sound of the petrol machines What are we doing us human beings The green lizard lies on the warm rock face The sun rises slow it's hot on my face The faint smell of diesel rides on the Breeze It's settles on the leaves of an old olive tree The wild yellow flowers bring a joy to the new day The soft flying butterflies glide and they play But there is hammering and banging of metal on rocks It shocks, it shocks, it shocks A red robin lands and gets his prize The gecko on the wall goes behind the fridge to sleep because it's sunrise I sip fizzy water out of a plastic bottle I feel guilty that I'm still contributing to the climate trouble I try to change my ways but I took that plane Like many others again, and again, and again Down at the marina the sea life is dead But the tourists are happy of taking photos of the views and their heads I long for the time of sea urchins, crabs and limpets I long for the time of seahorses, fish and shrimp Thriving in the rock pools and thriving in the sea But bleached is it all now and polluted by You and Me I can't seem to speak any more words My heart skips a beat It makes a sound I've never heard It is like the sound of the earth as her spirit cracks once more The sound of mother nature kneeling on the floor The floor of life which is our base If we do not pick her up there will be no more human race
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