Our home is one of beauty,
keeping it this way is our duty.
The air stinks of death,
very few enjoy its wealth.
Some have a great deal,
others live begging appeal.

Oh beautiful with spacious skies,
so many live but so many dies.
What's a person to do in,
a world that seems on a blue end?
Find a nook in a big world beaming,
enjoy life through fun gleaming.

With not many choices to choose,
it's enjoy what we can or lose.
It's a persons duty,
to search out the beauty.
Tip toe lightly in the minefield,
choose God as a shield,
or
whatever their appeal.

Oh beautiful!

G