The Fractured Dreams of Nature

The breeze that blows across the green, The rustling leaves, the babbling stream, Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene. But now the world has turned unclean, The air, the earth, the water, it seems, The breeze that blows across the green. The plastic waste and toxins we glean, Our heedless actions, a reckless scheme, Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene. We must not take her gifts as routine, For she is fragile, and we are extreme, The breeze that blows across the green. Let us wake up, and act on this dream, For if we don't, it will be extreme, Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene. Let us cherish her, as she's always been, And vow to keep her safe and serene, The breeze that blows across the green, Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene.