Natural Resources
Natural Resources
Come walk into forest's blessed 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 air or sea
Crystal clear our water gleamed
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean's floor sandy and white
Now littered, brown, pollution plight
Trees towered high above
But they are no more loved
Birds chirping is unseen
Paper has gone and joined pollution's team
Cutting trees is not a solution
It is time to make a revolution
To care
To be aware
Come walk into forest's blessed abode,
To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.