A weeping Willow tree
Whined to a mighty Oak
I am out of breath
I feel so sad
I think I'm going to choke.
I heard a whisper in the breeze,
That this could be our last day.
Many of our beautiful trees
Will be chopped down
To build another highway.
How does Mother Nature feel?
Would she think this fair?
To part of her forest seal,
By laying tarmacadam there,
So that every type of vehicle
Be it big or small
Will crush the roots of the trees
That once stood proud and tall.
Nature is a strong force,
That humans can't control,
Except, of course
When designing highways,
Interfere with nature, and take their toll.
Bacon sizzling in a pan
The aroma makes one hungry
The smell of cooking anywhere
Enjoyed by all and sundry
Tarmacadam on the road
A very pungent smell
Not everyone likes it
To most, it smells like Hell
Freshly mowed lawns
Have a perfume that delights
All the scents of nature
Are those that excite
Perfumed gardens are amazing
Where colours and scents combine
All perfumed naturally
Beautiful and sublime
Why do we need a product?
Manufactured commercially
When all the most exotic bouquets
Come from nature, and they're free
If you read this poem
I really must confess
It wasn't my intention
To enter this contest
I love the scent of most flowers
Not just one or two
My nostrils enjoy other scents
That they relish too.
Nail clipped waxing moon
Tarmacadam cooling
Chirping birds retire
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