The Environment

• Cadence Taylor , Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

The bees fly through the breeze,
They breath in with such ease.
They smell the flowers,
And we pick them for hours.

Chemicals fly through the air,
And we do not care.
Our precious reefs are dying!
And we look over them flying.

Countless rows of trees,
Are now diseased.
Animals are falling,
Because our behaviour is appalling!

Our environment needs saving,
Our world is now caving.
Help us please!
Save our precious trees.