Natures Plight

Mother nature so old
summer days seem so cold
trees born now to fold
and be wasted by evils in there eyes

once rich and dark
the soil is now ashes of tree bark
sadness runs through our viens
caused by these lightless days

rivers now run ferrous red
animals lived but now are dead
your happiness is shortlived
and you know it

so ashamed by our acid rain
i wish i had somewhere to go
but no, here we must stay
to live another day,
no.