Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop,
The sound of the water falling down,
Not out of a faucet,
Not out of the sky,
But out of our hands.
We pollute our fresh water,
We pull our fresh water into our hands,
Then we pour it out, never to be seen again,
We steal the lakes from the animals who need it most,
Most of the water we use ends up being waste,
Remember the water we use is real,
And the animals that need to drink it, and live in it for survival,
need it much more than we ever will.
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Meaningful Poems (By Me)
隨機A bunch of meaningful poems that I'll write to make a change, bring awareness, help people, heal people, Etc. I will be going into sensitive topics and putting all the warnings for each one will be kind of exhausting so pls take this as the trigger...
