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#myfavouriterepost. If it wasn't for me. And it wasn't for you. If it was for all. The things that we do. If it wasn't for I. If it wasn't for us. If it wasn't for all. The ways we've messed up.
A poem that I came across written in my high school days... Back when I was Pro Earth ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black clouds Acid rain... Oh no. Not this again Nausea... Ugh Oh no... Depression.
Sidewalks talk to me, They ask why they're littered (they're stressed). "Why do people throw trash on me?" I reply that it's the squirrel's mess. Squirrels chat with me, They ask why we cut down...
The little Earth is only small. But human race is having a ball. Severn billion souls all wanting a bit. Feeding upon the Earths enormous tit. Severn billion souls some rich some poor.
Tomorrow is another day, Yet today is still so long Perhaps I'll sacrifice and pray Or write another song But songs and poems make no difference To whether the earth stay blue or green The challenge...
#opussweeklychallenge. They asked us to write a letter. No idea what to say. Our last three days on earth. Armageddon on the way. What on earth can I say to you. As the ash falls down around.
Global warming Do you see the flowers grow and the bees that pass by, if carry on the same it will all be just a lie.
This piece here is something of an oddity among my meager works. While I generally try to create a rhythm and pattern (as most songwriters do), this one has neither of those things.
#eco-warrior #rant We live in a world where everything is mass produced then thrown away Evolving technology in a futuristic world some may say Should this really be how we are remembered someday.
#movement. Warning also contains one swear word. She's coming to get you. Don't turn around. There's nothing that won't stop her. Her feet don't touch the ground. As fast as lightening.
Can we change the future Can you see what I see. What our world will be. It can't be just me. Someone else has to see. All the love will turn to hate. An enemy was a mate. This can't be our fate.
Inspired by @HeatherAnne post Saving Earth.....Too Late Sad but it's so true I guess it sucks to be you No energies are flowing through Sleeping to dream of the world we once grew I lie down...
On this beautiful EARTH together we walk. Lush green grass beneath as we talk. Hand in hand we'll journey through time. Blue oceans to swim, grand mountains to climb.
I walk through this field, of green, red, yellow and blue, wondering is there anywhere on earth more beautiful as this. The humming fish hum, and the swami swans sing.
#100days She can be cruel they say Not always so kind. A harder task mistress You never could find. Impersonal you think. You may be right As you watch, an onlooker Her kingdom's fight.
Mr Willow Tree Are you really weeping. Are your branches Hiding your sorrow. I sit beneath you Silently sobbing Covering my face From the winds of tomorrow Are we twins Locked in grief.
Has anyone noticed, From the cuckoo in the hall, To the homeless on the streets, To the good who never call, From the dead of the night To the crisp morning air, From the colors of the sunrise To a...
Wash serenity from your face. Sit down and listen. Such sadness in ones life. More torment placed into sighs. The waves once clear and strong. Yet mans disease hounds you.
The thunder roars like a hummingbirds wings The sweet pain as the queen bee stings When a boat subsides to the churning seas Eleviating the mysteries Streaks of lights in the horizon See the...
I am not a pound sign, My colour is not green. I don't form a paper note, Or belong in a bank. But still you chase me, Still they come. To take away my pride, My tusks are gone.
You all call me more forgiving, New life leaping forth each spring, Loving mother who gives birth to flowers, Suckling young and birds who sing.
This is the smell of nostalgia filling my nostrils, The smell of freshly burnt hay, a smell of late summer.
[inspired by @HeatherAnne's "Saving Earth"] One day my eyes will turn to glass, And all that has been will come to pass, My oceans will freeze over or dry, Either way, all will...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The flowers are dying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Can't you see them weep. No your blind as if you sleep. Can't you see as they don't keep. Your like death as you reap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.