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Ansel Septhis Poem
I run through the woods
Wearing a simple type of hood
The leaves crunching, the sticks breaking
Everything in the woods is shaking
The trees start escaping
They tear and lash into my skin
The blood oozing from my gut
As it drips to the ground, looking like dust
My vision begins to blue, as I see the end of this world
As I feel faint, I feel the trees dare lay there branches on me
My tears finally coming free
The crack of a twig echoes, The trees run is dismay
My body soft and frail, as the darkness inhales me, being lifted got me scared
When I wake, I see food and art, I've been saved by who dare enter the woods
When I look into the light, I am captivated
The woods are gone, there is fire instead
the woods have burned and become red
I look to the sound of shoes, seeing my saver is all dressed in blue
My bandaged hand is held, and bread is offered
If only I knew, how soon I would suffer
Copyright © Ansel Septhis | Year Posted 2021
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Ansel Septhis Poem
3.5 to 7 billion, that's a lot to say
That's how many trees are cut down every year
100 million a year, that's the number to fear
The ocean becoming a smaller place
Sea animals taking their last grace
3 billion a day, land animals not winning their race
In total 150 billion, wow humans are such disgrace
People talking about brining the climate down every year around
But, then complain they are being bound but it is really the endless fears being found
Mother Nature is crowned as the cruelest thing
When in reality that is our own doing
Nobody is perfect, that's not what we should be pursuing
But take a moment to think, instead of trying to undue the brewing of manhood's cruelty
Understand that there is so much more when you look at that's tree's beauty
Or when you smile at the reflection of the blue sea
Cause in the end it looks pretty, but how long until you see societies undoing
Copyright © Ansel Septhis | Year Posted 2021
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