A RACE AGAINST TIME

A RACE AGAINST TIME

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Time is man's measurement
A unit of a solar day;
And the forests are disappearing
During the light of the sun's rays.
Time forever passing
Upon rotation of the earth
The clock's ticking, ticking
The forests are reduced to dirt.
The clock's ticking, ticking
The forests burn everyday
Reduced to ash and cinders
As man's progression clears the way.
And for all those distant planets
Should remind us of our plight
To fight for our forests
Or become those barren sights.
For with time, we're just an entity
While forests ensure our mortality.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Fantastic write! Solid message holding much truth! At the rate our forests
are being demolished is absolutely a travesty, we humans will look back one
day in regret, not to mention what our kids will miss, what a shame, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Fantastic write! Solid message holding much truth! At the rate our forests
are being demolished is absolutely a travesty, we humans will look back one
day in regret, not to mention what our kids will miss, what a shame, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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