Death Of Mother Nature

There will be a day she won't be here

All will be there, sad and regretful.

There is no doubt about the dawn

But it will be hard to make it till the dusk.

Some might be melting and some shivering

And the lake behind your house will be dying.

Blue skies are gone,

And the clouds you see are made of stone.

But the question is,

Is it hard to drink chemicals or to breathe?

A war is going on and on

the reason is the same for all

Birds came singing to warn you about her

But you can't even understand each other.