The Lakes
Pollution and overcrowding
the Earth's limit is near,
if there is to be no solution
just take me far from here.
Take me to the lakes
of that ancient monastic city,
to the Hills of Glendalough
to live in peace, to live in pity.
Take me to the Lakes
hidden beneath majestic fog,
away from crowds cloaked in sickness
away from cities masked in smog.
Take me to the Lakes
where flora and fauna still survive,
where wildly wildflowers grow
where nature still thrives.
Take me to the Lakes
to breathe the clean summer air,
to bathe in glacial pools of blue
and spend my days without a care.
Take me to the Lakes
to sleep under the stars,
on dandelions i'll dream
is there really life on Mars?
Copyright © Siorca Michelle | Year Posted 2024
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