Mother Nature Cry

I remeber the stately green pine trees
The cool soft wind of the moor
The stillness of the afternoon
the colours of the setting sun
This beauty, stillness and colour
Was what was our mother nature.

But now the black cloud that brought rain, is filled with smoke
The viel is dusty and smothered as it is filled with smog
The greenery which she once wore
has now beeen tattered and tore
Man for his selfish motive
Has ignored the layer protective
But it had , it had never click
that he was destroying the life, forming the oil slick
The brow is filled with worry
So it is the call of the hour to hurry!!