A Plea for Nature

A Plea for Nature

Such beauty of our country, this green and pleasant land,
Is spoiled, and desecrated by our own inhuman hand,
Such gifts that God has given us, adorned on blessed ground,
Are hidden in the litter that mankind has strewn around.

A blessed gift of nature, is choked and cannot grow,
A bird will die of choking, from that cling film that you throw,
That glass you broke, and left behind you scattered on the floor,
Will lacerate the pad of any foxes on the moor.

The tins you drop behind you, when you sneer and walk away,
Will still be there to haunt you, should you return someday,
And there as beauty tries to shine, your litter blows around,
For plastic takes a thousand years, to rot into the ground.

Please have a care for nature, listen to its voice,
It simply just relies on you, it has no other choice,
What you inter with litter, will never grow again,
And the beauty of this greenery, will be as barren as a plain!

Mick