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The wind whispered its secrets through the trees
Begging us to listen
Begging us to pause for a minute and see
The damage we've inflicted upon thy earth
The wind missed the old days
It missed the cozy breeze
It missed the healthy trees
But now there was nothing left to let its sweet melodies free
The wind whispered its secrets
The secrets of how it truly felt
The secrets of how we are destroying the earth
Using it for our own true will
The wind whispered of the good old days
The times we can't get back
The once healthy planet that will now never be gray
About the Creator
Rose Roland
A young teen writer just writing for fun and hoping to improve her skills. I write poetry and short fiction.
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