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Source:weheartit.com
I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.
The cries of animals dying.
Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.
Fewer trees dot the landscape.
Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.
Mankind has marked the world
in irreversible ways.
Stop before it’s too late.
I refuse to be the last tree standing.
We must grow more trees than are cut down.
Let us hope that hard-hitting poetry like this reaches around the world and that slogans of politicians reflect great poetry and attempting to get everyone tuned into what is going on.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane