Green is a color.
It stands for the Earth.
Blue is the oceans, and
Brown is the dirt.
But now we are ruining
This place we call home.
For this Earth I am “Keeper”
Its kindness soft as foam.
To keep us for eras,
While winding our fate.
But from clean air to gray smog,
Our Earth becomes bait,
To a future in shambles;
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