Son, are you thinking?
The trees will dry up
The oceans are showing rock's peaks
And rivers soon will be dry valleys
You must be thinking?
Your grandparents were selfish
They did everything to quench their thirst
But never stored anything for you
Mother nature cried in thier hands
Her daughters were raped and murdered
Her sons were kidnapped and sold for dimes
And yet you were the reason why she wiped
Men made arsenals to protect themselves
Later they pulled the trigger... killed themselves
But later the mountains and seas suffered
The grasses and the clouds were squashed
Wars here, wars there. Fire everywhere
Mother nature never gave up on you
She defended your people yet she was scotched
By a blazing fire green in colour
This is the future we must stop
A revelation to you who care
A treasure to they who are blind
That they may see and stop this sinister
Protect mother nature, for we live
Because she lives for each of us
We are nature and she is the mother
Earth will be heaven, if we make it
Earth will be a not carry cemeteries
If we value life and health of people
There will be no death but more breath
There will be a happy mother nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" Protect mother nature, for we live Because she lives for each of us" Very factual statement. We have not been fair to mother nature to our own detriment. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.