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Mother Earth

Read these words I write of truth
What we left for our youth
This place called home, Mother Earth
Supply's all things for lifes birth

A brilliant sky so distant and blue
Smokey clouds that mountains soar through
Such beautiful waters once crisp and clean
Slowly die as they turn green

Flourishing lands to provide us food
Yet still we treat her oh so crude
One of these days it will be to late
We have no time to sit and wait

Our childrens future is at hand
For one day this will be their land
So much was given for all to share
Then greed stepped in out went fair

Lets get started and get things done
Earths supply will soon be none
Theres no other planet that we can see
We've searched throughout history

We must band together and turn things around
To make Mother Earth safe and sound
Try to change the way we live
Don't take as much and try to give

Clean up our mess and plant some trees
Care more about the birds and the bees
Love the earth as you love your child
Before she turns violent and things get wild

Maybe we could slow things down
Clean it all up town by town
The time is now this very day
Her beauty slowly melts away

So stop and think what can we do
To keep our waters clean and blue
Things won't change unless we try
Or MOTHER EARTH will surely die!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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November 2, 2011 at 11:36 AM
Be nice to your mother, she was nice to you. Tony
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