For few who hold the value high,
To age with grace,
No time deny,
Are they who praise what nature gives,
And take great care of the world that lives,
While we in youth,
Modern air of Earth,
With our ignorance,
We binded tight a girth,
Around the things that,
That call a heart a home,
Because our morals have been allowed to roam.
Visions of new are fair and divine,
But why the decrease of deeds of kind,
Of selfless love,
And sincere speak,
Of unbound courage,
To protect the weak.
What use is Earth when it can't breathe,
Beneath the weight of the greatest grief,
That mankind,
Either won't or can't,
To live and thrive as a human.
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