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
