Look outside, see the trees,
Watch the flowers in the breeze;
God made nature on his own special way,
A place where anyone could comfortably stay.
Thing won’t be the same in a year or two,
If polluting is all that we would do,
The beauty of nature is something we must nurture,
That’s why seeing her broken in pieces is a great torture.
Hoping that individuals would come to realize,
Before it’s too late to pay the heavy prices,
For out Mother Earth is now hurt and crying,
Because the sole thing that we are doing is killing.
