There are some days

when all I see is the color grey.

Full of smoke, full of smog

Full of emptiness in the world that's sorrounded with disgusting fog.


You feel it, so do I 

and we hear the mother nature's cry.

We hear the animals, the creatures

who needs help to save their own natures.


Do we want to see tomorrow?

Or do we want more sorrow?

Let us take the step forward

and restore this beautiful world by not being a coward. 


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