Natures Plight Poem by David Boyce

Natures Plight

The wind is blowing,
With a small chill,
As the water trickles,
Down the hill.

The sun starts to glimmer,
In the morning dew,
This great event,
Seen by a few.

The sights which nature,
Brings to you,
Some people ruin,
Without a clue.

They have no care,
For what is done,
They only care,
About number one.

They ruin natures,
Wondrous sights,
Not understanding,
Natures fight for life.


Written by David Boyce
10 /02 /2005

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