Lifting the smog beyond the city lights Far away molecules drift out of sight Perhaps on a vapor trail from distant flights Crossing up strange patterns into the night
Seldom seen on western horizons far Busy travel in the atmosphere so high Those little trails that smoke under a star To make one wonder just how high we fly
The train still whistles on the tracks nearby Travelling on from from city to city The sounds of sirens always fill the sky Like the night winds fill our hearts with pity
No reason exists for the moon will cry Except for the fact that our earth will die
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
An expose on pollution. I hope it shames all those whom disregard our fragile planet into some action.
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Best Regards,
Ru