Natural Resources
Come walk into forest's abode,
To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.
See, I am in many forms,
Can give you shade cold and warm
As a tree
I can be flowing water or a sea.
Crystal clear our waters gleamed,
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean floors, sandy white,
Now littered, brown, pollution's plight.
Trees towered high above,
But no more loved
Birds chirping is unseen,
Paper has gone and joined the pollution's team.
Cutting trees is not a solution,
It is time to take a Revolution
To care
To be aware.
Come walk into forest's abode,
To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.
Copyright © Ananya Katiyar | Year Posted 2019
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