Let’s gather courage to console 3020
owning wildlife in quantity of plenty,
trees are weeping without conscious of tsunami
bluishness of our beloved earth is fading and probably cranky.
Petrichor of the rain is more acidic
which hurts fauna or flora of its pick,
nonetheless quest of selfishness is on peak
the apocalypse of wildlife is new gift for our kind of freaks.
Lives are eternal and land is less
creating an enormous mess,
oasis of every desert is dwindling
animals of the sand Kingdom are struggling.
Water cries more than drops of its own
Oh god! fishes are not so moron,
saline is the new taste for marine creature
still we kill them for media feature.
Air of the blue land is not pure
paradise of the deceased bird has no cure,
feather of these darlings are still our beauty ornament
with mean intent of styling permanent.
Pages are thrown in size of well
that’s why bamboo’s are living like hell,
insects are afraid of flying with there essence
as showcase is place for them to be meant.
We admire the beauty of wildlife
meanwhile keeping them on edge of knife,
every man of its kind fails to nurture
it’s quintessence for the sake of future,
So, let’s gather courage to console 3020
owning wildlife in quantity of plenty.
