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The river flows down the mountain with ease

Giving life to the deep blue sea

The leaves rustle in the gentle breeze

While the birds sing their morning song with glee

The mountain rises up so high

A place for people to be free

A home to things that slither and fly

If it’s not protected, it will disappear 

All the life will fade away

From the bugs to the deer

The vibrant greens will die and turn grey

All because we didn't care

They won’t have a home

And that's not fair