Flowing Thoughts

Night turns to day As I flow along my way The views of hill tops and children having fun. Their appearance shadowed by the sun. My murky depths are full of stench Enough to make the strongest man wrench The rocks beside me are of brown foam. I feel so dirty and very much alone Life itself is slowly dying within Mother nature cannot cure this terminal sin Man's destruction is doing it's best To make my body a considerable mess. Sticks and bits of rust add to my disease. I am slowly falling to my knees Constantly fighting for my life Sewage enters me like a knife Will it be to late to save me and the life I hold The destroyer's are forever being told They are so careless to my friends Sometimes acting out Greenpeace trends The destroyer's will kill us all Please listen to natures call If nothing changes soon Our world is in certain doom