Our Land

Our land is disappearing,

Our ground is dying,

All because of global warming,

Heat waves start,

Fire’s struck,

Now no trees in sight,

All dried up,

Ground all bare, 

Bit of a scare.

Ghostly wind 

howling through our air,

Heartbreak skies,

No movement of life.

Clouds covering the bright light.

Plants disappear from no light.

Together if we unite we can help these grounds come back to life.

Less plastic and more care can fix these dry grounds,

 If we dare.

So heal it together or else you will be scared when food is not there.