The Planet Cries

through the countless decades,
the nature slowly fades,
in the brightest lights,
the world still bathes in a shadow of death.

the plan we hold for a future in time,
its no use- we have committed such a crime,
her pleading cries for us to her blue and green,
we ignore and pretend that its just a dream.

the days get worse and the nights get colder,
she is slowly dieing as we get older,
unless we hear her hurting cry,
our dear planet will surely die.
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3 Responses Jun 30, 2012

so true. we can't keep defiling the earth. can't keep killing off species in the food chain. everything is connected. an intricate web of life, i think of capra when i read your poem.

It seems that the more man evolves the less they become dependent on the planet or nature... But it is NOT true... To evolve they need the planet, and all its elements providing food, shelter and a Place to evolve...

beautiful! it describes in a emotion itself of the plea of the planet.