The forests, one by one, they disappear;
Tree by tree falling down,
The roar of chainsaws against tree trunks,
The forests, taken for granted.
Drop, drip, drip, fresh water down the drain;
There's soo much fresh water that we'll never run out,
But we will, it's not an unlimited source,
Water, also taken for granted.
Mother Earth's beauty and many resources;
The beauty, gone, the resources, huge amounts of deposit,
But then again, resources aren't unlimited,
Mother Earth, we even take her for granted...
Pollution, why must we cause soo much;
Mistakes, why can't we learn from them,
The rivers, no longer clear...
We must take care of our world, the golden rule, treat others like you want to be treated, so why must we treat Mother Earth so cruelly...
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