compose of waste we send
to blossoming soil it went
sacred under
the Earth’s sentiment rhyme
where forests are breed
fresh air to seek
filling the life
of what we need
But clear forest is fleeting
Greedy traces and moral’s irritating
Left with melancholic pleading
Of nature’s pale sighting
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Farah
Hello! I am Farah and I do hope you enjoy all of the writings here! I write for fun sometimes but I do appreciate it if you could spend a time for a reading here. :)
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This poem highlights the loss of our forests due to waste and greed, reminding us of how essential they are for life and the sadness of their decline. 💔