Nature is like gold
It never gets mould
It has a story untold
That special story from the old.
It is like a mother hen with feathers
Covering us from the harsh sunlight
And giving us rain by night.
Let us protect it
Because from it's harvest we eat
That nature that was so green
Is now a dirty pit
Let's make it bloom
Either now or at noon
And make it green again
Before it's too late.
By Monju Agnes