A Cry for Help
Lets say that a spider crawls.
Well that spider is going somewhere.
And somewhere can be anywhere.
And anywhere could be the forest.
But the forest is dense.
And dense means it's too congested.
Congested like your nose.
And why is your nose congested?
Is it the wind?
The wind that carries pollen.
The pollen from the bees.
The bees that fly.
That fly like flies.
Flies that fly through the webs.
The webs made by the spider?
Or is it the weather?
The Weather cause by the warming of the Earth?
The warming of the Earth by the sun.?
The sun that powers photosynthesis for the plants.
The plants in the Forests.
the Forest with the webs.
The webs made by the spider.
The spider that crawls.
We are all connected in some way.
nothing on Earth is left alone.
Open your eyes and open your Hearts,
Because it isn't mine or yours, it's OURS!
Save the Earth !
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