Nature's Voice Poem by Glenn Mark Amor

And so I dreamed about our Mother,
A premonition how she suffer.
I saw men with cruel intention,
The courier of abomination.

Plastic scattered among rivers,
Fishes will die and not recover.
The Oil spill incident now and then,
Even the brightest pearl cant be seen.
Deforestation of the Mountain,
Soil Erosion is certain.

Harmful environment is avoidable,
If love and care is on top.
The Climate change will stop.


(August 06,2015)