I look out my window and what do I see
The world spinning around so plainly to be
As I watch it seems there is a pace to the yearly call
The world spins Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
There is a season for all things as the world turns
But we seem to be in a hurry as everything burns
They say that we have been here but a blink
And the world has millions of years we do think
If that's the case and we don't matter that much
We should treat the world better in the clutch
It used to be about the polluted rivers and streams
But now it's the green house gases it seems
And we have now the hottest years as records say
If it ends us will it matter to the world when we go away?
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
World spins wonderfully and winter, summer, spring and fall come sure here. Pollution proves thought and is matter of sad. We need pure world to live. Wonderful poem is shared really! ..10