Mother nature
has run out of room
even birds are screaming
cars engines vroom, vroom.

We wonder why
we’ve all gone crazy
look at mother nature
and look through the hazy

We need to preserve
our wide open space
level our conscience
for the human race

Can you not see
what we have done
let’s sell Yellowstone
or another grand one

They keep building houses
but roadways the same
we’re still driving four lanes
which should be eight

Our total population
is exceeding our ground
we have to save room
it’s pound for pound.

This poem came to me
right out of the sky
as if the birds were calling
and asking me why?

I don’t have an answer
I whispered to him
but it seems to me
the dollars are spread thin

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