earth
By Summer P
Our eyes were amazed, beauty-filled,
birds of all size, singing away.
Where giant pine trees pierce the sky,
we must be fast,
this beauty will not last,
factories pumping smog in the air,
things to rot and decay,
we must make a change,
let's bring back the place where happiness blooms,
and take away the doom of darkness,
let's nourish this place,
it is a race,
bring back the colour, the birds, the sun,
as the little that is left is almost done.