The swift sun rise,
Rustling leaves,chirping birds,
And the soft breeze.
The marks of dawn,so beautiful;
Brings new life,to all this world.
Yet my kin,overlooked.
Honking wheels,smoking hard;
Ringing phones and roaring machines
Time isn't enough
For this busy world,
To have a glance
At this heavenly nature.
Once there flowed a clear river
Coursing its way,gently through
The steeps and slops.
Those waters met our needs,
But then came greed
And now there isn't a river
For there is just a garbage bin.
It's never late
Let's join hands
And together we
Will revive her,
Mother nature;
For greater good.
