Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXIX

Wow, y'all. Talk about embarrassing. This was when I was in my "heal the Earth" phase, which I hoped to accomplish by, well, writing hideously awful poetry about it. This phase took place the summer after 9th grade. Enjoy. I'm going to go hide under my desk for the remainder of the day in shame.

Mother Earth is still beautiful
Yet, there is sadness to her beauty
Melancholy that comes with the knowledge she is dying
Dying by the hands of her children
Those she nurtured in the early years
Gave us soft grass to lay on
Tall trees to climb
Water to splash in
Sun to light up our faces

But we are not children anymore

We have blacktopped the grass
Cut down the trees
Polluted the water
Sunlight is no longer safe
Our Mother sits and watches this destruction
Crying silent tears of acid rain
She cannot save herself

Here's Volume XXXVIII