As the wind blows through
The young childs hair
Many fish jump from the pond
And the birds soar in the skies.
Peacefulness fills the air.
A few years later
In that same spot
No one is in sight
The pond is now a slough,
And the birds no longer fly.
How can we sit back
And watch this happen?
Watching out once beautiful world
Turn into a ball
Of mold and dust?
Slowly and surely
We\'ll all shrivel and die
Leaving behind smog.
Our memories will fade,
And there will be nothing left.
A mass suicide
We, the consumers, are creating.
Trees disapearing
Being made to be later tossed
And neglected.
What is going to happen to us?
Will we go extinct like dinosaurs?
Or will we get hit by an astriod?
We can't sit by and let us die!
Reduce, reuse and recycle.
