Staring at God's creation,

with sore eyes.

It's too much to bare,

watching what mankind has done,

has brought me to tears.

But i do fear,

what will happen when the next generation comes here.

They won't care.

Because they never got to see such magestic trees.

They never got to see,

the crystal waters, the triumphant plains,

baby otters, replaced with cranes.

They never got to see, gorgeous fishes

or darling deers,

seaturtles that once was there.

All exstinct now.

Lions and tigers running wild 

with nothing but fear placed in their eyes.

Trying to escape a hard metal gun,

carried by God's object of love.