Empty Paper Poem by A. R. Joe

Hot as the scorching Sun
Thought to have rest in the Sun
Not possible feel I to lie down
Everywhere couldn't see the lawn
Change in the world climate
Not a good sign to our fate
Every day hear about the fire
Flood that without control of shower
Strong wind that blows in the field
No mountains to stop as shield
Greedy has broken the hills
Even the trees which the human kills
No place to shelter from the Sun
Suffocates due to less oxygen
After all humans go behind the money
Forgetting without nature
Money is an empty paper.

A. R. Joe