Let's talk about our earth in fourteen lines:
If we can stoop to marry creation
And stay faithful to all her plantation
And not char any of her grown green pines;
But nurture her young seedlings to great vines,
Then, grilling of our earth won't be fruition.
When CFCs are corked in sedation,
Know this: God's green earth will be yours and mine.
But if now, their chimneys still breathe fury,
How can we save the earth in ten meters?
What good is an earth devoid of greenery?
When liquid black gold burns high in liters?
Earthlings, earth looks to you as its jury;
It's up to us to make this globe glitter.
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