The breeze blows the abandoned trash along the empty street,

Mother Nature's art ruined with the mess we keep.

People walking while ignoring the filth of this excrete,

Only Mother Nature, creator, seems to weep.


Litter ruining this masterpiece of green.

Plastic surrounding, sinking in the suffering ocean,

The Earth's beautiful colours not staying clean.

The artist begging us to put something in motion.


Some people rally, scream, and try,

Others turn away thinking all of this will stay,

Walking and waving their hopes and beliefs high

While those who turn their backs, wish to end this day.


Yet some still help her create another piece 

For others to hopefully increase.