The Earth's Shape Poem by LeLe Gallon

The Earth's Shape



Tress, Flowers, The sun, The grass

Then we move on to bad things

Pollution, cutting down trees, kills animals.

Sometimes we just need 2 take time 2 look around

Is this how we want 2 live,
Or can we make it better?

Your Choice

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