The Cry of Nature

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The Beauty of nature.
Destroyed by our hands.
To all of the animals,
Who once roamed the land.

To the mountains,
Set upon fire.
The trees cry out,
As the smoke rises higher.

Our water lay tainted,
With the toxic of oil.
To hear the cry of nature,
Mother earth we should spoil.

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