The sound’s of heavy rain the tree’s cracking, the morning come’s dawn appear’s, the sound of rain end’s it disappear’s, the green turn’s teal wet with the condition’s, The world speak’s to you all you have to do is listen, Nature is beautiful but we are a curse, Tainting our planet making it worse, Plant a tree or better yet a flower bed, Help the bee’s return help them build a homestead, The world is plain it’s rather simple, But alas we don’t understand we are a dimple, Only a fragment we shouldn’t make such a dent, But our selfish desire’s bringing forth the end.
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