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| Carpets of colour, meeting the eye, Bees that fly way up in the sky, Crocus bulbs just coming through, Wildflowers in all their hue. The honeysuckle that fills the air, Jasmine climbing everywhere. Their perfume coming out at night. During the day, a beautiful sight. Roses now are losing perfume. So many hybrids I have to assume. Playing with nature they don’t seem so real. Although they’re exquisite, it’s just how I feel. Catching tadpoles in a pond. Frogs staring on from just beyond. Most of these things diminishing fast. They are weaker than us. Will it all last? Butterflies in all their glory. Today it is another story. Caterpillars killed by bait. The butterfly is meeting fate. Snail bait, killing all the snails. Even sprayed when this thing fails. Nature’s life let us respect. We’re having such a bad affect. The snails that come will eat the bait. The bird eats snails at a very fast rate. All the insects think where they’ve been. On all the trees where poisons aren’t seen. Without any help, nature is trying. The time has come when she is dying. If all of us stopped one small thing. Still in the future birds would sing. Most of my poems make people face. That most destructive is the human race. Bio diversity has to exist. We must help nature and not resist. I am a greenie and feel I must fight. For nature is a beautiful sight. She’s calling for help, and this I believe. She has helped us and her we deceive. |
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