Will our
Young
Boys and
Girls
Remember
The rustling
Of the leaves
The chirping
Of the birds,
The whispers
Of the breeze
The buzzing
Of the bees,
In our
Lovely
Country
Parks?
All that I
See them
Doing
While
Walking
Or jogging
Is jamming
Up their ears,
With iPod tunes.
Will they
Ever
Hear
Nature?
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