you save the oceans
and you save the trees
i'll save the rivers
and she'll save the bees
and maybe someday
we all will be saved
and our children won't have to worry
you save the mountains
and you save the skies
please save the meadows
while he bakes us pies
and maybe we'll all be happy
we'll stop all the wars
and teach all the men
to be nice to the women
and nice to their friends
and maybe, just maybe we all will be
happy in perfect harmony
we'll all hold hands in a field of flowers
and fall asleep beneath the stars
and i will sleep soundly and when i awake
i'll be cuddled up in your arms
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Rise: A Poetry Collection
Poetry𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓾𝓹 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 Unlike Paul, I actually have...
