Dear world,
I wish you had a voice
a way to stand up for yourself
WE are ignorant
man destroying your face
there are no benifits
to destroying your beauty
your forests fall
your TEARS, rivers, polluted
bombs crater your back
your innocence ignored
the essence of your purity
is in that flower
that blooms every spring
after the harshest of winters
It is in the butterfly
whose wings flutter in a breeze
it is in the tall grasses
your eyelashes that bend
to your breath
but I wish
man could see this
as a whole
because we are killing
what has givin us life.