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My world

Our world is in Our Hands

By Kristina White Published 5 years ago 1 min read
My world
Photo by Dewang Gupta on Unsplash

When the world was new it was beautiful from the stars above it, a joy to behold. The water so blue, the grass so green, nothing but beauty.

With time comes new life and still such a sight, to grow and survive with an occasional fight.

Again the world changes and comes a new being, with instincts to survive, no matter the cost. Develop again the being grew stronger, truly believed it could not be conquered. Thinking it was top of the mighty food chain, it plotted to created each new trap. No matter to the survival of others, it continued to grow on an intellectual level.

As more and more of the beings were born, we come now to our first war. Over the years, the hate grew at such an alarming rate. With such a speed we will soon be extinct.

Things need to change, of this there is no doubt, should we want our world to survive. Our future is now we Need to make a change! Peace needs to enter and the hate no more remain. The beings are dying, because of their greed, to destroy this world there was never the need.

The mistakes of those past do not have to ours, the power to change rests within our hands. The hands of us now and the future to come. Take a stand and reclaim the beauty that is supposed to be. It comes in many colors for all to see. Work together we must, for time is running short. Together unite andfind a new start.

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About the Creator

Kristina White

writing since 13 but now trying to for-fill my dream of using words to help others

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