A RACE AGAINST TIMEA 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.
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1 Review Added on March 14, 2015 Last Updated on March 14, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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