Paper Here, Plastic There Poem by linus gerald

Paper here, plastic there,
The wind plays judge in open air.
A crumpled page once filled with thought,
Now dances where the breeze has brought.

Plastic there, paper here,
A silent cry we fail to hear.
The river sighs beneath the weight,
Of careless hands and hurried fate.

Paper here, plastic there,
A burden carried everywhere.
The soil that once gave life and grain,
Now chokes beneath our plastic rain.

Plastic there, paper here,
Yet hope still whispers, bright and clear.
For every hand that bends to care,
Can change the fate of earth we share.

Paper here, plastic there,
Let mindful hearts become aware.
For in the choice of what we throw,
Lies the world our children know