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| Robert Maddox-Harle |
The Earth (a formal sonnet)
Do leaves that fall on cold and windy days
Ever think they are destined for an early death?
Yes, they know they’re passing through a phase
As Autumn changes into Winter’s frozen breath.
Both young and old must respect this yearly cycle
Even if their inventions and shelters intervene,
No good calling nature an annoying trifle
When all that is and has been can be seen.
Tread lightly on this green earth so delicate
No place for careless trash and hasty burn,
Every vile pollution and chemical distillate
Poisons little insects which ever way they turn.
Careless humans transcend your old foolish ways
And sing sweetly for the remainder of your days.
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