Humanity
Humanity at heart lyes in the soil, better known as mother earth.
She keeps us alive and well as long as we abide by the laws of nature.
Like a tree humans greaty relie on the soil.
As the tree grows bigger it starts to grow fruit, like humans having the abiliy to think; the tree becomes slfish.
Imagine mankind a tree jumping out of the soil, slowly weathering away; all because the tree thought it didn't need the ground. Mother earth will not bat an eyelash' when mankind seals it's fait and rots away
This poem is about:
Our world
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