poem on nature the savior
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Nature's tune, obscure and inconspicuous,
A tune, a story that is yet to be heard.
A minute in time that is intended to happen.
In a dull voice, a lovebird trills.
In an impeccable picture, something is no more,
That something, undetectable, from sunset to sunrise.
It's the most congruous thing that nature can offer,
That blows through coverings of trees huge and little.
The thing that whispers sweet nothings to enchant.
It blows the blooms back and forth;
Like a craftsman's palette; excellent hues course through.
It inhales excellence upon the earth to curb.
A tune, a story that is yet to be heard.
A minute in time that is intended to happen.
In a dull voice, a lovebird trills.
In an impeccable picture, something is no more,
That something, undetectable, from sunset to sunrise.
It's the most congruous thing that nature can offer,
That blows through coverings of trees huge and little.
The thing that whispers sweet nothings to enchant.
It blows the blooms back and forth;
Like a craftsman's palette; excellent hues course through.
It inhales excellence upon the earth to curb.
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Nature’s glamour makes us proud,
with its glorious cloud,
in the shining meadows,
with the gleaming vendures.
Doing the service,
of the selfish,
besides its vanishing natives,
is the self-centred public.
Giving us medicines, fruits and oxygen,
with its beauty making earth the heaven.
Will come to an end,
if not deforestation stopped.
To stop deforestation, is our duty,
to follow our duty, is our humanity,
to have that we may take a pledge,
grow up trees and cut a hedge,
to stop deforestation is our pledge.
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