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ok random, its about global warming, but i hope it makes a good poem.

Submitted:Jun 22, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

The whispering trees, with emerald leaves

The ground so soft beneth my feet

The suculent wind, the air it breathes

The sky towers tall, a azure sheet

The golden waters, flow fast as thieths

The life of the forests soul, the death that we all meet

The silent trees, with empty leaves

the ground like stone beneth my feet

the bland wind, the bitter air it breathes

the smog grey sky, a tattered sheet

the dry waters slow, caught like thieths

No life in the forest, thanx to death that we meet.

The invisable trees, with stolen leaves

theres no earth beneth my feet

the dry air no longer breathes

the deathly sky, a pitch black sheet

no waters flow, killed like thieths

Theres no forest, the forest death came to meet.


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