• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 10
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Before tomorrow blows away

How bleak the future seems to be
If we do not face reality
The verdant Earth beneath our feet
Barren, sterile and deplete
No longer will the cattle graze
No wildlife roaming to amaze
Trees and bushes, sadly gone
No green grass hills to gaze upon
Rivers long ago stopped flowing
Now a dry wind, howling, blowing
Where once a river flowed nearby
Is just a gully, arid, dry
This vision doesn't have to be
We all can change reality
Make that effort, here today
Before tomorrow blows away