rishabh shah


Poem On Environment


Environmentalists tell us not to pollute a river,
It causes harm to fish,
but when do we listen,
we do what we wish! !

We cut trees to build houses,
Instead of living in a town or city.
Environmentalists also tell us to do the same,
to live in a city with fun and simplicity.

Many children go to the same school in different cars,
But not knowing that it's burning fossil fuels,
it's also giving out poisonous gases.But we know
a solution to it, that is, By using a car pool! ! ! !

So knowning that this can lead to
Global warming,
saving Natural resources is the best,
we'll need it for the next generations
and that is what is our test.

Submitted: Thursday, August 14, 2008

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