Our World

Our World is growing

Like a young sapling, it continues to rise

We are the leaves to this great tree

But as time goes on, the tree will wither

Just like the corruption we provide to nature

Our World is dying

Let us work to renew this great tree

Let us work to provide sustenance to these lands

Let us work to protect what matters to us most

We must work in order to protect our home

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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