A poem I wrote....
God's Greatest Creation
She cries for help she cries in despair
Feeling upset and unable to bear
The way man treated the gifts she created
That took years to make to fulfill what was needed
We do not hear her sobs we do not hear her calls
We do not feel her pain till the day she falls
She goes her own way not committing any crime
Just giving and taking ( Read more... )
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as the native indian said:
"Only after the last tree has been cut down… the last river has been poisoned… the last fish caught, only then will you find that money cannot be eaten."
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Thanks for sharing ^_^
*hugglz*
...Wait a minute, did draw those too!??!? O.O
Luv,
GiggLz.
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