Pollution Solution

Oh beutiful for spacious skies?
I know, world, we're singing lies!

The ozone layer is falling apart,
the destruction of Earth is beginning to start.

Our oil is wasted down into our stream,
ruining our planets survival dreams.

A plastic bottle was thrown on the ground,
and soon there was trash strewn all around.

As a blanket covers a bed,
the ground was covered, but no words were said.

All the astronomers, with telescopes,
they can't see the starsm they've tried, but nope.

The lights need turned down, if not turned off,
and the air needs cleaned out, people are starting to cough.

So sorry world, for your sorrow.
I'll start to clean, well, maybe tomorrow.

**This is a poem from my 7th grade year, I just felt like posting it**