The World Is Going To Fall Poem by Blessing Asake

I'm afraid the world is
going to fall,
trees can't hold their
nutrients again,
nature can't be predict.

the world isn't well to say
weak in it shape,
is the world going to survive?
believe my people can see what they set.

world routine is now play
work,
can the bands hold the luggage
where can we see one?
time the world is getting weird.

look the world can smile
even the air ain't sleeping,
nature never speaks for
long,
I'm afraid the world is going
to fall.