The Earth
Morgan, Age 12, Peoria, IL
                     
The peeping of birds,
The blooming of flowers.
Until the thick, gray smoke is looming,
With big, yellow tractors,
Polluting the land as they go,
Throwing trash in the river,
And smog in the air,
Itís as if they donít even care.
Cutting down trees and trampling flowers,
The Earth gives so much,
Yet asks for so little,
Canít we show some compassion,
For the place that we call home?
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