Nature:Our Last Hope.
As I step out of my new home,
which is made of nature,
In a beautiful forest, I decide to roam,
and have an encounter with creature.
The creature smiles,
through which it creates a day,
Birds fly across hundred miles,
to meet their loved ones at bay.
He looks all around,
to feast his eyes on nature's beauty,
My head held high, I declare,
'Sir, I have finished my duty!'
A smile on his face but sadness in eyes,
he takes my hand,
'Nature dies, he dies,
As quickly as it slithers from the hand like sand.'
I pursed my lips,
made several excuses and promises,
To which he clearly said:
'Nature can be saved through many responses!'
The world is our mother,
the one who gave us all birth,
To save her, we don't bother,
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