As I feel the whiff of fresh air

I notice that life isn't fair

The best men always go

And our grief and sorrow we must show

Mother Nature is slowly killed

As with chemicals filled and oil drilled

Humans walking mindlessly on their phones and devices

The loss of meaning and spirituality are becoming ultimate sacrifices

But then I see my dog panting with no worries

As time surely and quickly scurries

Mother will always bring forth new wonders

Whether or not our mind on they it ponders

Nature will always continue to show beauty

Preserving and admiring God's Grandeur is our duty