An Epistle to My Mother Earth
Dear My Mother Earth,
I know you are sad enough
The brutal ache that nature tells
With pain and beastly cough.
Several years have passed by,
Innumerable people ne'er think and know,
From the tears of your eyes
A feeling seems blue.
I first think of your future's life
That needs my hand to help;
To achieve your dream, I PLANT A TREE
Like to live in green yesterdays.
I hope you know how to wait
It will take time, my Mother Earth;
Someday, there will be a lot of trees'
That, again make an evergreen forest.
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