Beauty in Nature, Great mother nature

Many walks over you, they run and play;

While you stay and glance at whom call you home.

Many ignore you and push you, you forgive

out of kindness for those who call you home.

You work to maintain those whom will destroy,

your creations, of which have taken many years to be.

A stop shall be put to the injustice that plagues you,

the time has stepped up, for the man to relinquish the

wrong deeds he has caused.

We will improve for you, recycle the rubbish that haunts you,

and help you be yourself once more

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Ramses R

The first poem, as a new member.

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