The world was once a lovely place,
And beauty shined upon her face.
But somewhere things went very wrong,
For now she sings a sorrow song.
Her trees once stood so tall and proud,
Replaced with stacks of smoky clouds,
Her rivers that once raged with pride,
Underneath the garbage ride.
Her fields of gold and amber hue,
Covered now with concrete new,
Her air once cleaned by gentle rain,
Entrapped with smog now gives her pain.
It won’t be long before she quits,
No more will her light be lit,
Unless we show her that we care,
And right a wrong that wasn’t fair.
It’s not a job that burdens one,
It must be done by everyone.
For the world that sits in disrepair,
Belongs to all to love and share.
Then her face will shine with pride,
And never more will she hide,
Our world with such a lovely view,
A song of joy she’ll sing a new.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice portrait surrealistic, wonderful poem..10