I'm the great God of nature.
I like to play with water,
I make it quiver,
Cooler and fresher.
Sadly I see the trees slaughtered,
And land getting quartered.
People are evolving with greed,
Buying and selling trees indeed.
They have an eye on Fauna,
As they are vanishing Flora.
Stitching accessories with animal skin.
And having meals of fish in tin.
It feels as if the Globe is dying,
Hard to believe the birds are still flying.
Smoke, smoke, smoke everywhere,
People are living in dispair.
I know As God of Nature,
Earth is best Supernatural feature.
Destroying the world is not a fest,
Save me and thats my request.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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