The Endangered Planet
The ship is sailing tomorrow,
Don’t miss it, don’t be late.
The green sea steals green bottles
From the tattered shore.
Why weren’t you there?
When the sea called to the hills.
You missed it you were late.
Now the cliff has turned to sand
And small rocks that crumble
Slowly beneath your feet,
Are the only friend
To the pale ocean.
A long time has passed
Since the flowers bloomed
An’ forests stood tall
In the sea wind.
So tell your kids,
Now while you can,
Now to recycle,
Now to care about,
The dying planet left
To GLOBAL WARMING!
Note: Just thought I would warn you.
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