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Wondering how it feels to be a tree Nothing much to do but relax And live in peace Or so I thought People have been killing many like me The question is what have we done wrong All we do is shield you with our leaves And help you breathe We provi
The three arrows follow each other like a beagle chasing its tail The blue reminds me of the sky before there The letters on the front are a message to make the world a better place
Cycle! Recycle, man! Do not throw away stuff. Used items can become new ones. Cycle!
The Little Mermaid shimmers and sings Floating upon the surface A new species of Jellyfish? Inquisitive Mermaid swims up the water column
A year ago, you didn’t realize activism was in your near-future. Now, more than one hundred lives,thousands of gallons of water,and many other natural resourcesare saved each year becauseYou choose not to put animal bodies or their by-products on
A world so empty A tree all alone grown by a young boy. Who planted it
Re: cycle When birds are bursting with the
Plastic waste collects Landfill, a deluge of trash Air thick with our faults It is quite simple Recycle to fix our mess Give the Earth a hug.
The words I see transparent, I want to believe them but yet I know there outcome. As a plastic bottle, these words you speak, I've heard them all before. These recycled words
Why recycle? Because it is a simple chore to do, To do by putting paper and plastic into bins, Bins whose markings show, Show the arrowed triangle of refuge, Refuge that will reduce waste,
“See that bottle? Look! Over there!” “Uh-huh, the green one? Mountain Dew? I thought you didn’t like soda…” “Silly you! Pick it up!” And stunned and confused he picked it up off the ground.