The earth is dying, and the blood is on our hands,

We’re earth-killers, it’s harsh but true.

We destroy nature for our own needs

Ruining the planet we once knew.

Tree-executioners slice up the forests

And the earth chokes on factory fumes.

Still, we never stop, and the destruction never stops

The wild lies in overgrown tombs.

It’s our responsibility to preserve nature

And it’s a treasure we take for granted.

A beautiful landscape growing day by day

Where life blooms and greenery is planted.

The earth is dying and the blood is on our hands,

We’re earth-killers, it’s harsh but true.

But it’s not too late, it’s never too late

To bring back the planet we once knew.

By Kolbie Alexander