Friday, September 14, 2012

Mark


Scattered leaves of white,
Testament to our plight,
World of processed trees,
Reduce these please.

Roll the metal props,
Just what have we taught?
So pressed for efficiency,
Left behind the decency.

Everything leaves a mark,
But why in our parks?
A simple notion nonetheless,
Leave the oceans for the rest.

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