Preserve the Nature
Make thy future bright and secure.
Else, in store is a disaster
Man will end an impostor.
The winds are still soft,
Life is not entirely lost.
Just a reflection and thought-
Springs are once again brought.
Barren hills won't be any more
Fields to life will yield a crop.
Pollution will ultimately drop
And life will ultimately reap.
18th December 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem