Main, minor jobs we do in deed,
Courage, fear we clearly show,
Standing, we sit in a maze of confusion in tow,
Mess and travesty of gone beauty,
Beauty with held by our own surrender,
Crystal clear we talk more than we act.
Decades of amorous love and greed,
Have surpassed our very reason, reason to believe.
To believe in everything that we do good or just.
Cocoons we hide in are just but exposed,
Exposed to everyone; no one wants to believe
Since fear is bleeding from every vein.
Down we bring trees and raise none,
Clearly, everyone sees the mess but no one notices,
Our guilt brushed like bitter pill we swallow
As change showeth in our very own eyes,
We rumble,
Who shall save the beautiful green?
Made to believe in riches and wealth,
Taught to fight with energy and zeal,
Cautioned not to walk in weakness and stealth,
Trained to seize and seal
While we forge the next step in breath
We kill our best breeze.
And slowly we sleep in what we created.
Can’t we wake in our own reverie?
And recreate the green we destroy?
Slowly the days twine into weeks,
The scorching sun torment the scurried earth,
Quickly the patches of green die weak,
And the warmth build’s up in strength
Stealing away fragrance of fresh breath
And turning it into stench, filth and morass
The dirt builds up into sickness that makes us writhe on grass
But there is no grass.
T’s time we see reason in every season
Seize any chance and opportunity at least to balance,
Create aroma and beauty back in fashion
Show all the nations in all occasion.
That we used every chance to enhance
The green that was slowly undergoing cessation,
And restore back the beauty not to mention.
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