The World Is Dying Poem by Priscilla Perdomo

Litter on the ground
Smoke in the air,
Sand washing away
That's my fear.

Oil in the sea
And turtles deceased,
Whispers ride the tainted breeze
Which carries the truth that hid beneath.

Poor mother earth
You can hear her plea,
All she wants
Is to be set free.

Strong winds
Overflowing seas,
Soon nothing beautiful
Will be seen.

Yet in all this gloom
There is still a chance to rebloom,
For we hold the key
To set nature free.

Let us unite as one
And fight for what is right
And stand against
What's wrong.