Global help

This night I sleep,

With the world at my feet,

Rubish lies,

covid flies,

Could humans be the problem of this disaster,

we need a master,

A master to fight,

To fight until the light of day.

The lush green field,

The appetising meals,

But they will not last long until the tranquil water fades,

with the dark, colours of soil, it will shade away.

I lay down on the grass, and stare at the sky,

wondering I everybody will ever fly,

Fly like a free soaring bird,

My sister is crying,

And I am wailing, of happiness and a content heart,

That this world is not right now falling apart.

My heart is melting, like coal on flickering, fierce fire,

Oh wow, how I admire the soothing blue hues,

And colliding ripples of water in the tranquil ocean.

Dear god help,

For I shall bow down to Mother Earth, and devote my life and graitude to her,

and her only.

BLUE SKIES AND HAPPY SMILES

Joyfull children skip across the pavements of gradient,

As rocks of graphite glimmer in the illumanous sun,

Playing tig must be fun,

But it is time for me to lay down on the meado and stare at the skies.

A bird flies,

through the air like a crashing spaceship, descending upon earth,

behind is a whole group, forming letters ,

Making the words Mamma Earth.

Puppies ran out on the streets and did their buisnesees,

Whilst cats scurried away from the bossy mistress.

The sky grew and grew, until it stretched out like an never ending infant sign,

I got up and walked along the cobbled stone path,

Flowers of alll types dangled down like desk lamps,

As the birds sang their best tunes to the community,