A rose is in a vase A kiss is on its facce The kiss is soft and kind Beauty blows your mind True beauty's hard to see In our society When beauty's finally past Sunset's on a glass Destruction's all that's known The world is all alone The beauty will remain In a case and stained Nature's lovely: adore Giving life so much more Than what we take and steal Like beggars at a meal Creation's hard to spy Unless you view from high Like sunset on a glass Painted our way last
Reason for writing:
If we keep treating the environment the way we do there will be no more beauty to see.
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