My Minds Eye
Crystal clear water pooled in the forest,
a playful stream ran through the woods.
The world is peaceful and happy, calm and clean.
People are happy, and strangers are kind.
Gone are the Worries, the war and the hate.
All is perfect and happy and bright.
The forests are full and the stars twinkle at night.
The world was at peace in my minds eye...
But look out the window and you will see
the destruction of nature.
Trees falling down.
The sky is dark with air, polluted and thick.
No peace, no happiness, only war and hate.
While we try to live happily our world is ending.
Falling down around us
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