The Nature Poem by Abraham Not Lincoln
The Nature
I could hear rhythm of rustling leaves
And Melodies of Robin still it leaves.
Murmer of streams, flow through its heart
Sunked into thrill, by god's creation and art
But now,
Forest dies piece by piece
Still it breathes for a piece of peace.
Tuesday, November 26, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: deforestation,god,leaves,nature
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