Fixing Mother Earth: My Job

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The sky is polluted, the water is brown,

You see some trash floating around.

 

The world is changing, for the Earth too quickly,

And it’s making all life and vegetation sickly.

 

All the math and sciences, I like to play.

“You should be an engineer!”  They all seem to say.

 

“With all that knowledge, you could do so much.”

So, why not use it to help the Earth a bunch?

 

All the rivers, streams, lakes, and oceans

Need to be healed of their infections

 

The lungs of the world are the dense forests and plains

The destruction of these causes Mother Earth much pain.

 

The air is filled with the chemicals that we put there

“What’s the harm done?”  It only raises the temperature a hair.

 

Well that ‘hair’ has done more than we ever thought it would

Life has been great and we have had it good

 

Now is the time to consider the damages

Our Earthly home is in need of some bandages

 

This is why I resolve to be an engineer

To help fix our home, so we can all stay here.

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