This earth is dying we are to

Earth. Its dying and were dying with it. If the trees are gone and the skies are polluted. Where’s the oxygen, everyone is clueless. But are they clueless? Their eyes are open, but their minds are closed to the open discussions about global warming. We are all doing it all of the harming. Not just the tree’s but also the birds and the bee’s. How are they going to make honey and babies. How are we even going to breathe. I understand all of the other problems that are currently going on . were worried about the present but not the future. I am the future and I might be young but I know that we can create and innovate new ideas to stop global warming and to not kill,  these innocent animals.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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