the moon hung over the planet earth, a dead thing over a dying thing
— John fowles
Roses don’t have to be red,
Violets aren’t always blue.
Plants need to be fed;
This is how they grew.
The mineral makes the plants bloom,
Breathtaking petals, deadly thawns,
They cannot flourish off of the earths fumes.
Change needs to be made forever more.
The day is dawn, the night is terror;
The earths pearls are withering.
The animals which roam the earth are merely leather.
The screams for help; no one is listening
Once the earth was glistening
Now it is blistering.
No more innocent blood on guilty hands.
We need to replenish in order to repair;
A love for the earth we all need to share.
Healing the wounds, disinfecting the sores,
Every being needs to love further
Otherwise world we once knew will no longer be forever more.
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