Question

world nature conservation day poem​

Answer 1

Answer:

Across the mountain,

Is the scorched desert,

With Cactus, Camels and heaps of Sand,

Once perhaps a pasture of greens

Now different in heat, color and strand

There’s oil below and money above,

Which you choose, is what you love.

Different strokes for different folk

That’s the way the earth was built

Life is made from a destroyed yolk

It’s taken away, but there’s no guilt.

And so we learnt

To destroy to build…

A birdcage, a zoo

With steel and mass

Concrete and glass.

But as we built, we also destroyed

The cactus, camels and the sand

The pond, the stream, and the land

Now what remains is Conservation day

Once a year, it comes around.

We write and speak, and sing out loud

But sadly, cover the same old ground…

As the cactus, camels and the sand

The pond, the stream, and the land

Wither away without a sound.

Conservation should be every day,

If we don’t want to be buried

Underground...