The children laughed and pranced.
The dirt and soil rumbled while they danced.
The children were joyful while they played.

The Country their stage.

The birds entertained them with their song.
The plants and grass swayed along.

The Country rumbled while it roared.
Sheltering the young from the storm.
The Country warmed us when we had no place
Like a mother’s warm embrace.

They are the reason we have grown.
Oh how we should’ve known.

Now old and fragile.

Protecting the Country is worth the while.
The Country’s hands have cleaned and nurtured us for our labour.
It is time we return the favour.
We must fix our past mistakes.
While the Country is at grave stake.

The seeds that have fed us are slowly dying out.
The seas and rivers that met our shores, slowly drying out.
The horizon corrupts into a dirty brown
The clouds slowly turn into smog as they frown.

Plants unrecognisable as the sun and water that fed them are long gone.
Unique animals reduced to one.
As buildings take over the diverse green.
Millions of plants are nowhere to be seen.

Our Country’s diverse flora and fauna is being led to devastation.
The animals and plants as we know it is being hunted and stomped on.
If this keeps up, the world will surely end in a cold and empty isolation.

The Country is our home, our mother, our father.
If we took care of it as it has taken care of us.
Is it so much harder?

We must take the hand that held us and hold it.
To be able to be alive is a blessing.
But is it if the world our eyes sees is lessening?

The plants and animals are our siblings.
So, we must learn how to stop doing such harmful things.