As I wander down this path,
With tall trees rich with leaves,
Field upon field of pastures green,
Breathing in the fresh air for oxygen
to survive,
Listening to the birds singing
sweet tunes,
And watching butterflies
fly by;
My heart cries for Mother Nature,
Who makes this earth beautiful,
For the earth is angry,
And its burning,
While we sit here and watch.
As I wander down this path,
with tall trees rich with leaves,
Field upon field of pastures green,
Breathing in the fresh air for oxygen,
To survive;
I wonder,
With tears falling down my face,
Will it all survive?
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
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I'm a lady who loves writing, reading, music, singing, and life!
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