A poem about nature, pollution and people.
Can you see the beauty in the mess?
Can you see the beauty in the mess?
Not just the pretty petal daring to grow
But the strength of that thorny green weed
The wild nature of each overgrown piece of grass
Can you see the beauty in the mess?
See something other than a disregarded trolley lying by the stream.
Recognise that plastic bottle’s presence as the ignorance of people not seeing how precious our planet truly is.
Can you see a glimpse of the beauty that was this lush but now poisoned lake?
And can you grasp the potential of a wasted piece of land?
Or will the countless, plastic bags blowing by cause you to walk away instead?
If you can see the light in the dark
Can you see a glimpse of the beauty that was this lush but now poisoned lake?
And can you grasp the potential of a wasted piece of land?
Or will the countless, plastic bags blowing by cause you to walk away instead?
If you can see the light in the dark
Hope in despair
Then you can surely see beauty in the mess.