The Planet Criesthrough 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.