enviroment
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Giving Mother Earth A Chance
Mother Earth, our little blue planet, our home
Why does she cry?
She cries because we are hurting her, abusing her
Before fall- in the hot season,
There is a time of treason.
In the summer breeze,
I found my feet frozen,
This day I was talking to the trees,
When suddenly- I heard a scream.
As The Days Go By,
Children laugh and play, later grow up to run and hide away
The ghetto streets are the gateway to hell, soon they will grow only to hear the prison bells.
The enviroment is a tree
And most can agree
That us human beings
Are the plauge of the tree
To a certain degree
The roots absorb, the polluted water
This startedWhen the Gods chose death to be man's allotment.
And though they were wary of our pleas and demandsThe Gods kept life inside of their hands
We have become comfortable with our lifestyles to the point where we ignore what is happening to the world around us.
Can't you see the afternoon sky,
violet with the polutants of man?
What would the earth do
if I outlast forever?
The trees will perish
The flowers will relinquish
But life will continue on
A summer breeze
A winter’s freeze
She cycles annually with ease
A thankless offer
And yet we rob her
Of her finite gifts
We take, we take
She breaks and breaks
Leave me alone i need to grow
you fly, you push me away
let not you be my owner
but your souls of my creation
