Natural Resources

Come walk into forest's abode,

To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.

See, I am in many forms,

Can give you shade cold and warm

As a tree

I can be flowing water or a sea.

Crystal clear our waters gleamed,

Fish abundant, rivers streamed

Ocean floors, sandy white,

Now littered, brown, pollution's plight.

Trees towered high above,

But no more loved

Birds chirping is unseen,

Paper has gone and joined the pollution's team.

Cutting trees is not a solution,

It is time to take a Revolution

To care

To be aware.

Come walk into forest's abode,

To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.