The flowers bloom
The moon glooms
Earth was once peaceful,
But now dreadful
Pollution flows in the air
Making our world hotter
Litter fill the ocean,
killing our beloved creatures
Fire burns down the trees
that give air, to no more
Gun shots shoot animals
to no more.
Our beautiful flower gardens
getting towed, brings a sad feeling
To me and the world.
The world has become no more.
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