The comforter out of atmosphere,
full of holes of our luxurious desires.
The over coat out of the clearing forest,
full of red patches and sky scrappers,
The pitchers filled with fresh water,
mixed with tainted harsh chemicals.
What do you need, my miserable earth child,
When your tear end as the salt sea water.
Out of the clearing forest! ! Yes, we have to take care of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It is deep and conveys a strong message... Lovely interpretation...keep up...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pollution is the biggest threat to the earth. A lovely universal message.