We, as humans,
Our lives cry; we kill,
and hate each other.
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Our tribal ways are lost.
We forgot where we came from.
following our modern ways
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Going back is not easy.
Our mother earth is in tears.
just because of us.
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The earth goes through
deforestation
because of us, humans.
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Each and every time
We pollute our Mother Earth.
We don't respect her.
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We put her in danger.
through burning and cutting its trees
Why don't we save her?
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Animals and insects
become homeless
just because of us.
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Let us keep the wild forest active.
Let our mother earth remain green.
Her nature will favor us.
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Comments (4)
I love this poem! We should encourage reforestation. Imagine engaging 1000 000 people to plant a tree in a day, that's already 1million trees planted!
I love this poem. It's so true and real of our time. We really need to do something about the way we treat Mother Nature. Thank you for writing this.
Yeah immediately we need a plan to overcome this global issue but not sure about such a massive thing!
We humans should go extinct. That's the only way to save Mother Nature, lol. Loved your poem!