Never ever waste water
Grow more of millet
Don't even waste a droplet
Always do something better
Don't cry for your blood
Be nature's life line
Then you are nature's queen
Always cry for flood
If you support, Nature is the best
If you do it nature is a magic
Nature will help you everytime
If you appose, Nature is the worst
This is nature's simple logic
Water is always prime
let us be stewards of this liquid gold
Beneath the cerulean sky so vast
Yet a warning rings.
Of drying wells and broken springs.
A pledge to conserve, a tale to be told.
Turn off the taps, don't let them weep.
and small action, a promise to keep.
Save "em
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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