The Guilt of Nature

Mountains of green beauty rise around me.
Springs essence blooms from Earth's finest treasures.
As I walk, streaks of thin green crunch beneath thy feet.

The beauty of is
Rich,
Valuable,
Treasure.

As the gentle breeze whispers in my ear I wish the gorgeous lands will always stay, but pollution comes as a deep, dark mass of destruction.
Only we can save it,
Do you wish for it to last?

As I perch upon the branch of this natural tower of green,
I see before me the beauty within.
A scent of fresh leaves calls to me
'These beautiful lands of green shall always stand'
I wish they would, for their magnificence is pure.

The guilt is on you...

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poem by Elizabeth Turner
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