Natures Plight
The wind is blowing,
With a small chill,
As the water trickles,
Down the hill.
The sun starts to glimmer,
In the morning dew,
This great event,
Seen by a few.
The sights which nature,
Brings to you,
Some people ruin,
Without a clue.
They have no care,
For what is done,
They only care,
About number one.
They ruin natures,
Wondrous sights,
Not understanding,
Natures fight for life.
Written by David Boyce
10 /02 /2005
DavidBoyce©2005
David Boyce
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