Mga Tula Ni Mang Wengs

𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰

The cold breeze of the wind touches my skin,
While wondering behind the stream.
I asked myself, why this is happening?
Our mother Earth is suffering or she, dying?

I turn my gaze into the stream of water,
Seems like its whining for help to feel better.
Saddened of what I saw in the river, "Sorry, Mother!",
For making your lovely environment, shutter.

O, my Mother Earth if this watercourse can utter words,
What would he say to us, a coward? "Ouch!".
Plastics, bottles and other things slowly drifting,
O, Mother! I apologize for we've made you, grieving.

Pity to say our humanity has a crisis,
Poisoning this brook might lead to, lifeless.
We humans should stop cruelty to our Mother Earth,
For she give us life, meaning and that makes her, mirth.