NATURE
Nature you are such a beautiful creation. You have so many flowers to shower . Of different colours sizes and shapes, You give us fruits like mangoes , grapes... and so many . You have so many hills,mountains, seas,oceans and fountains. You made beautiful butterflies and birds. How could you manage all these! God had given us work. We should keep you untarnished, But we failed and polluted you our own Loving mother Earth.
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STELLA RAYMOND
Beautiful poem. You are true that we polluted our mother earth. We must reduce the use of unnecessary things that harm our mother earth and make it a clean and green place.😊😊
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Queen Morgana
You are right
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