Blackened coals
From factories –old
Living in the sky up high
Puncturing holes in Oh 2 – my, my!
Dancing up and dancing down
Crowding breaths with dusty gowns...
The wood keeps burning
Moving around the main star
The block of ice –oh so far!
Soon one day ,the burning wood
Will cease the fire and then we'll
Know...The blackened coals will
Be our home...
YOU ARE READING
The Wood keeps Burning...
Poetrypoetry. save our earth,stop the pollution before its too late...
