Ivy, a one-of-a-kind vine,
Evergreen leaves connected,
Symbolizes a girl just fine,
Who'd done things unexpected.

Nature-her first love,
Dedicated her life and soul,
Against bad thingamabobs,
Protecting it, is her main goal.

With glowing green eyes,
Thin and twisty fingers,
As new green trees arise,
On earth-her hands linger.

But as the years pass by,
She makes forests in minutes,
But the bad things we apply,
Makes it faster to eliminate.

Slowly disappearing,
Both she and Nature,
But we still keep doing,
Until everything's done for.

Both her special hands,
Not a blessing nor a curse,
You knew-firsthand,
That she's the gift of earth.

Will she ever come back?
We need her so badly,
We're on the wrong track,
Can she fix our canopy?

©PeculiarPat34

A poem dedicated to my friend and especially Mother Nature. As you had read, canopy is a cover, a cover is somewhat a shelter, and the earth is our shelter. Will we ever save and preserve it for the next generation? That answer is at the hands of the current generation.

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