(Written on 25-3-21)
The river flows
Fast and slow.
Nobody knows
Where does it go.
To a land far away?
To a place close to home?
Does it stay in this world?
Or does it go with the gnomes
To a magical place
Where dreams come true
Where mankind hasn't touched
Not a place for me or you.
Where the land is not poisoned.
The critters are free.
Where the air is clean.
And it's covered in trees.
There is no pollution.
There is no greed.
There is no money.
Nature solves every need.
The only thing touched
By the poison that is mankind
Is the river that flows from the south,
In it, you'll find
Green goop,
Purple slime,
Pink Paint cans,
And a clock still telling time.
A shoe, a bag,
A book, a board,
Cans, and bottles,
Some paper, and more.
If the animals follow the river
They will surely see
Some people walking by
Just like you and me.
Smiles on their faces
Nobody swarming
Over the huge crisis
We call global warming.
They deny it,
They refuse.
Even though our planet
And animals are singing the blues.
They refuse to believe
The poison that is us
Could do such a thing
To the things that we touch.
This magical place
For the animals most cherish
Would be the only realm safe
Because here they'll all perish.
Too bad this place is too hard to ever find
It would have to be because of our 'clever' human minds
We don't know it's there, because we are blind
But we do know this; our animals are in a bind.
So when you see a river just think
All that beauty could be gone in a blink
Don't tell a soul what is at the end,
Or we will forever say goodbye to our animal friends.
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Poems
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote. Some are about the damage we have done. Some are about me. Some are just random.
