March 1, 2009
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Stop and smell the flowers,
They will not linger long;
Watered by earthly showers,
Shattered by a silver gong.
Humans come and go,
As passing as the fleeting wind.
Eventually there will be no
More man to begin
This destruction that is in progress
And must soon be stopped
Or brought to harness,
Before it is popped.
The humans are a majestic race,
But one that won't find their own space.

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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 22, 2010 at 4:29 am
Great concept through simple words.
I love your work.
Please do keep writing
And check out my work if you have time.
Comments and ratings are greatly appreciated.
Annabel Sheila said...
Mar. 27, 2009 at 1:36 pm
I write a lot of poetry on what we are doing to destroy our planet as well. This one has a great flow, I enjoyed it very much.
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