Mountains are not jolly anymore

Their happiness had been melted already

Trees are growing with anxiousness

Axes has cut down their freedom

Rivers are grossed out

Pollutants have made them up instead of water

Oceans have lost their calmness

For dead souls are louder than them

Let us keep the imaginary memory of children

Their happiness drawn on sheets

Let us be good in all of the bad

Let us exist the future generation

Hiii...ummm... yeah as awkward as you all are :) :)

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