I find this poem interesting in that it’s not something I normally focus on, yet obviously the spirit world does …

Smoke stacks spew their bilious fumes
Polluting your air.
Does no one care?

Fish swim in streams
Turned green
But not natural.
There’s nothing natural in a scene
Where nature fights to survive
Barely alive
Unable to thrive.

Recognize the harm you do
To what is part of you.
See the life that flows
Where nature grows.

Find yourself in what you see
All of nature’s part of thee.
Keep it pure
So it may endure.

Long after you have gone
From the earth and moved on
Your earth will remain.
Right now in pain,
Help her regain
Her natural state.
Do not wait
‘Til it’s too late.