Flowers Have To Be Saved Poem by ROCHISH MON

Acid –rain falls on the flowers

Flowers have lost their flavors



Softness, elegance, fragrance are destroyed

Natural aesthetics are diminished





Burns roar,

Wounds soar



Our gardens have become deserts

Scenery of our world weeps… and weeps…



What more to say?

People do not want to have their say!



Acid-rain of mean attitudes

Falls on the flowers of human values



Happenings have to be viewed

Corrections have to be made



Flowers have to be saved

For a fragrant future

Right path has to be paved.