The Earth's Cry Poem by Chantelle T C Huggins

The wind blows so softly accross the sky,
The birds sing oh so sweetly, as they fly by,
Beautiful whistles, loud rustles,
Trees shake, leaves fall, a voice calls.

Oh most holy one, hear my cry,
Hear my shouts, my sigh,
This earth mustn't die.

Corruption, distruction, pollution,
Is causing too much tension,
Attention
Make your people aware,
Make them care, show them you are near,
And if you dare, show them someone like me, here,
I care.

This voice we should all hear inside,
Rules, laws, we should all abide, while following our guide.
That wind that blows softly, will soon blow loudly, cloudy and frosty.
Those birds that sing sweetly will soon be no more,
Distroyed will be the earth's core.

Each an every voice must now unite,
Stand firm, stand strong and fight.
Fight for the earth, its people, the nations,
Its time to stop, dropp the weapons.
Take full action, and regain this earth, it's people,
Our nation.