Sunday, April 23, 2017

GloPoWriMo 2017, Day 22: No Land

There is a land to plow,
Where you can work so hard
To plant the seeds that grow
To green leaves that reach far
Above the brown, low soil.
In the sun, it won't boil.

Because it belongs here
As it produces all
Colorful flowers near
To a poetic call,
Before gifting us fruits
That soon drop to its roots.

Continue to water.
Each day, it gets better
And Nature grows stronger.

There is no land for waste,
Where you can throw all things;
This is not how we're raised
In all the polluting.
There's no land, no, no land.
It's done by our hand.

Because it disappears
When you don't treat it right,
And in all of these years,
There is less and less might.
There are more lands that go,
And there's less land to plow.

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