conservation
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The earth she has a fever
And a nasty cough and sneeze
The fear of every planet
A human-like disease
They spread across her surface
Removing all her trees
Polluting their own oxygen
Nothing brings me greater joy
Than to hold out my arms
And hug the world
Thanking the motherland for every trail
Every bump, pebble, and stone in the road
Leading
to a worthy destination
The pristine colors of brush and grass swirl together like paint on an artist's hand after a day's work.
Deep green cedars sprout, like rocks out of the sea, from the pastel yellow and purple tide of aging grass.
A dazzling Gleam of wonderous joy
Such a dangerous yet entertaining toy
The fire dances a whimsical jig
It leaps and sparks and grows to be big.
Man needs fire as fire needs fuel
Earth
Vulnerable dream
Protecting, mending, reusing
Luscious oceans and thriving lands
Home
a sky of blackbirds and blue jays
does never cross my mind
as much as deserts and cacti
all be in short supply.
and though i of the sea proclaim
the safety of my heart
As I lie here all around me I see
A whole world of creativity
The Birds, oh how they sing
With their little ones under their wing
The beach,
where the ocean overflows with joy at the presence of her visitors.
Aching to touch, yearning to love.
Her waves push forward onto the beach to wash upon your toes.
Run Rhino Run
Let your thundering stomp
reverberate among the mountains
Echoing your heartbeat
like an angry African drum
Imagine free-falling from the mountainside to the earth.
Watch the trees die and woods stand still in mourning.
Can you feel that,
the tell-tale heart pitter-pattering with adrenaline?
Or is it nerves,
When life gives you lemons,
pucker your face at their sourness.
Know that free stuff
totally rocks
The early bird chirps at the rising sun.
The street kid holds close his precious tin of glue.
A student hurries to school eager to learn.
The poet smiles at the beautiful sky so blue.
Let’s give a moment of silence
for the tomato-red ladybug,
Who reminds us that ambling
Deep in the mountains there lies an oasis
The remanent of the natives of ancient
The Northern Atlantic Right Whale
was nearly driven to extinction
by whalers who killed them
because they were the easiest whale to hunt.
In today's society,
I'm a country boy
Growing up in the fields of the valley's heights
The stars bright shining over me
The sweet smell of the pasture in the morning
The fresh air and open land
Animals roam wild
I am tough, I am strong.
My shell protects me from all around -
except from these creatures that don’t belong
Pearls of drops are ours to count
As graceful as they fall,
So as to, later, try to mount
The throne of pride o'er all.
Child, so humble, so innocent
Sun-kissed by golden streaks of warmth,
Ray's gift of beauty to us.
Hush, listen, for on summer days
Like these, you can hear the wind
Whispering secrets, tales of creation.
