Climate change global warming environment ocean pollution
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I loving hearing grandma’s stories she often talks of the ocean. A wonderful escape to the place draped in blue. Hearing the whisper of the waves
Do you honestly think, those metal straws could truly fight against the oils spills happening, causing irreversible damage? Did it not occur to you to, look at the bigger picture where,
The ocean is slowly dying But it gets better if we keep trying We’ll reduce our pollution And together we’ll make this a revolution Spread the memos We’ll be alright!
The siren of today doesn't lure men to death, But instead uses it for good, until her last, dying breath. Her ocean is polluted, her lungs filled with muck, She has to admit that she is now stuck.
"You Breathed First" Written by Mikayla Stiff The air I breathe you breathed first. Trees soak it in as it escapes me. Their oxygen nursed my fiery lungs, When my body foresaked me.
The mother of all mothers Embraces us like no other Her luscious forests span far and wide, Nature’s sanctuary, where creatures hide Her waters run deep, her waters run low, Offering gifts in every flow
Mother Earth, I am so sorry Apologizing on behalf of all your inhabitors I weep as I caress you with my hands in the dirt We have disrespected you Mother It is too late to make it right