Mother's Tears

Raindrops hitting the trash covered ground.
When Mother Nature weeps does she make a sound?
She lashes her lightning and now she is heard.
To the people below her who dare not say a word.
Pick up all of your garbage and recycle it.
I cannot stand to see my beautiful land tainted, not one little bit.
Your garbage is corrupting Earth's delicate beauty.
Recycle your trash daily, make it your duty.
Gather all of your friends and do it together.
In return I promise you good seasonal weather.
Recycling effects everyone and everything, and that is a fact.
But when you don't, Mother Nature has a habit of striking back.

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