Poem
I played in this stream as a child,
When the ravine seemed so endless and wild.
The water was clear and smelled so clean,
It was so long ago that it seems like a dream.
Now this stream is too dirty for my child.
The water is scummy and smells vile.
The place where I played seems so foul and decayed,
And I shed the first tear as the dream starts to fade.
Glimpse of a Polluted Future
Where are the birds that used to dot the sky?
They're not here anymore, and I have to wonder why.
Where are the fish that used to swim in this stream?
I can't see them anymore. What does that mean?
Where are the frogs that used to croak around this lake?
I can't hear them anymore. There must be some mistake.
I wish there was a clock whose hands I could rewind.
We might have saved these creatures if we'd just had more time.
Time to make people see how we're damaging our Earth,
Time to realize what it all was truly worth.
But the animals are disappearing at an alarming rate.
If we don't finally band together, it may really be too late.
Be Responsible