Earth
Big green trees
Clear blue skys
Fresh painted flowers
All a disguise
A perfect picture
Of natures way
But underneath
Rots with decay
Clear blue rivers
Lap at the shore
Covering the fact
It's roten to the core
Birds sing out loud
As they nest in the trees
Covering the sound
Of the earth as she screams
Our earth is dying
And we should know
But we do nothing
To help her grow
Maybe not tomorrow
But in days to come
The earth will die out
Then what will we have won?
We must act now
Before it's too late
We have to change
To avoied our fate
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009
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