Sadlove

I love you more than summers sun,
Birds and bees, the horses that run,
More than the autumn leaves that fall,
More than the trees that grow so tall,
I love you more than the hills and mountains,
Small spring flowers and winters fountains,
The sea, the land, The sky so high,
But ask myself this question Why? ,
Why does man have to ruin all,
The pollution and smog that kills and falls,