mother nature
full of light and color, it was a place beyond belief
someone found that beauty and felt a feeling of such relief
this new place became their home, where they would eat, sleep, and play
until one day they got lonely, and decided to have someone else come stay
two turned to ten, and the numbers never stopped
that once beautiful place, was now starting to rot
the colors started to fade when the trees began getting cut down
and the animals began to die and where just left there on the ground.
this beautiful place that had such light was starting to diminish,
and yet somehow, they still were not finished.
there is still a chance to save this wonderful place
but if we dont act now, a dead Earth is what we will face.
so lets make a pact not, to start to take a stand
lets save the planet, all standing hand in hand
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