Mother Nature

Let us all help save the Earth...
Oh God! Give an ear!

I am your son,
Tired, weeping under the sun.

Thee gardens are now brown,
No colored patches on her gown.

See no water flow,
Thirsty eyes watched the water glow.

Earth with an enveloped air,
Places i go to take my share.
By Amol C. Ambilwade
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