Nature felt it

All the cash,

Are mere trash,

Just printed paper,

And round perfect copper,

That rule the small minds,

Heart of blind and no kind,

This space is gift for all,

Of those weary souls,

Nature is no one’s own,

Didn’t this truth shake your bone?

The trees are not free, for you to take it and flee,

The oceans are part of the world’s portion,

Why make it waste for your own good taste.

By,

Nithya Rajendran

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