SANTILLAN, POLL ANTHONY R. (jinette_26@yahoo.

com) Mother Nature on its Last Legs

Given as an abode for men to inhabit Scenery of the world we destroy tardily Bestowed by God to save and defend ceaselessly To adore, protect and conserve continuously

A charitable mother that gives everything Supply bounteous profusion of food for her children and kin If they will but cultivate her soil in integrity and in harmony Let us be solicitous for what is happening

Now, our haven is degrading, vanishing This is now the time that Mother Nature is then livid and seething Anxious for what was happening when she was sitting Living beings and human race are now ebbing

Trepidation, anxiety, and concern are the only key To return and renew and refurbish the exquisiteness of our natural antiquity To live your life with a beautiful milieu and scenery You, that are titanic, have to do something that is massive

Ooh! It’s not that too late to aid our Mother Nature Let us nurture, not torture our future Do not lose hope to prevail or endure So that our deceasing mother nature won’t bid adios to us as her brood

AVOID PLAGIARISM

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