A Crying Girl

• Hashan Wijesinghe, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

The intimate sun seems warmer today,
the ice that it melts drifts further away,
a colour less green in nature whose seen;
the cries of trees kidnaped each day.
A small world shared by a wide demographic,
a rich man drives in a poor mans traffic,
some children obese, whilst others can't eat,
a country in peace, another in havoc.
So if a rich man in a suit is anything but foolish,
why mustn't he bat an eye at a child whose malnourished?
If to give more than take, is a wonderful trait,
why do we eat our world, away from a plate?
So with these final words, I address the earth,
that mother nature is no more than a crying girl,
she provided us aid and gave us birth,
but now she fades from this dying world.