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MY TIME TO CHANGE
The trees stand tall, yet we cut them down,
Turning their glory to dust on the ground.
The rivers run, yet we poison their song,
Pouring out trash as they rush along.
The air remembers its gentle breath,
The sea remembers its crystal depth.
The sky recalls a smoke-free glow,
The river recalls its peaceful flow.
Cracks in the pavements, floods on the streets;
Seasons grow harsh with endless heat.
This is just the beginning;
Nature won't give any warning.
But Earth does not seek no revenge
It seeks ways to heal.
The healing would surely happen
But we mightn’t be there to see,
If we aren’t to change our ways.
AMMAR MAKADA
GRADE 8
NAND VIDYA NIKETAN
JAMNAGAR
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