I sit at this pond
Wondering why people aren't fond
Of such simple beauty so true
Instead choose to be blue?
Sounds of bumblebees humming
The wood peckers drumming;
With a slight breeze
Moving at ease;
The ripples are flowing
The pond looking as if it were growing.
It all makes minds expand
Not being oh so bland;
Still we choose to destroy this
Keeping us from simple bliss;
But instead choose to be stewards of land
And give it a helping hand.
This garden of eden was a giving
So we could be living
On this earth that is heaven
And created in just seven;
So let us save our planet so near to death
Before it takes its final breath.
By: Ryan Martinez-Evans
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. I love the lines So let us save our planet so near to death Before it takes its final breath. Great job! 110%! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !