I miss the beautiful sceneries

Now all I see is smoke right through the sceneries

Though it doesn’t choke my throat

It does choke my mind and heart 

Moving from a place to another 

I used to see trees, birds and feathers 

Now all I see is wasted leathers

Hearing the natural sounds of nature are long gone 

For always I smell the smoke of papers burnt

The change is coming rapidly 

But everybody are lethargically unaffected

Think of the generations we are going to destroy

Is this the world our forefathers built so hard

For us to break them so easily

‘No ‘ is the answer if you and I join hands now to protect the world

                                                   ‘Let’s make a difference ‘

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