Pollution


 
Some day the snowy peaks of earth 
in springtime won't unfold;
No rushing rivers then will fall 
from waterfalls so bold.




Then steaming jungles turn to arid 
deserts hot and dry,
and fertile lands blow dunes of sand, 
becoming wastelands-Why?
If flowers no longer bloom in spring 
and roses bud no more,
the  honey bees, from buttercups, 
no longer honey store.
When horns of plenty flow no more 
from fields throughout the earth,
and seeds bring forth no life 
each year; we ask, "Why no rebirth?"
When sheep give birth to twins and neither 
lives ‘til winter ends;
one is killed by pesticides, 
the other by acid winds,
or baby calves find mothers' udders 
empty - nursing dry,
and goats' milk comes from goats no more, 
the farmers wonder why!



When clouds no longer rain and morning 
greets no glistening dew,
and lakes with water, fit to drink, 
are only just a few;
the fish in streams and oceans, 
so polluted have disease,
and creatures' reproducing stops;  
man asks, "the reason please!"
Until man knows the plan of God: 
of earth he is the keeper,
and plans ahead with love instead 
of always seeking cheaper;
‘til thoughtful cares and reverent prayers
replace the greed he's employing,
‘The prince of the air'. . .with help from man . . .
. . .will continue the earth's destroying!!!!!
Poems by Ron Baron









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