A Poem A Day Keeps the Brain On Vacay

The Lorax

      When my sister left
she took leave as if she was "The Lorax".
She grabbed herself by the butt, and flew far away from here.
Cause we had cut all the trees down from around her,
she was left with no oxygen to breathe.
If she stayed any longer, she'd slowly suffocate.
Because the people around,
they too polluted the air with their toxic filled breathe as they spoke viciously.

     I hope soon she'll fly back to our family to stay a while,
and when she does I pray the air will be clear as the ocean.
That no toxins will make her breathe heavy.
That trees will grow in every direction within her sight.
But most of all I hope in her eyes, I wasn't a motive to walk away from everything...
And that she sticks around.
I hope that she doesn't fly away, because she doesn't like the atmosphere.