Mother Earth


If she goes we do too, yes I mean me and you.
We need her leaves, to breathe clean air, or we will
have air that we cannot bear.
Recycle plastic, paper, and tin,
so that it can be bought back to life again.
Money grows on trees, yes this is true,
so when you cut down one make sure you plant two.
These are just a few things you can do,
take care of her, and she will take care of you.
So think before you act
or our skies will end up black.
We must share mother Earth,
and we must care,
or she will end up in hearse.

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