It might be dirty
It might look like it's waste
Era of technology
Ruling the minds of people
But some people never forget
The beauty of the earth
Always killed but still growing
Surviving for them to see
The world is ours to stay
caring for it was the important thing to do
Our beautiful world our home
Is slowly dying
The world is needing us
To nourish its beauty
With the blue skies and seas
And the green grass and plants
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POEMS I
PoetryThe first book of my poems. All of them are written from my past years when I first started writing,
