Natures death is our faultA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryThis space That we call ours Is dying Dying like the forests we cut Like the reservoirs we destroy We’re complain about the end This global warming That we created WE created the end We will end all of nature All our happiness will leave And all the pain will return We can stop this We can stop But the powers that be Won’t let us There’s no money to be made in nature And no happiness to be made in money © 2011 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryReviews
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Added on April 6, 2011Last Updated on April 6, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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