Listen
to the wind
It
flows around us
Touching
our faces and hair
Trying
to tell us a story
Of
a time in history
Of
the green a plenty
The
air was clean and good
The
weather was cool
Then
came greed
Then
came corruption
Then
came all the bad
It
made a desert in the head
Now
the wind blowing
“Listen
to my story
I
travel far and wide
I
have seen the ills
The
rivers and oceans
Forests
and hills slopes
The
unwanted debris of plastics
Slowly
poisoning the environment”
If
we don't change our habits
We
will cry of many tears
When
the oceans die in plastics
We
will pay for our sins
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