Beautiful maple trees.
Little flowers brush against my knees.
The sun is shining bright as an LED light,
And fluffy clouds are in sight.
My raven-black hair billows in the wind,
The strands of hair tickling my chin.
As I stand there, I notice the rough trees
And shiny green leaves.
But I also spot
Big aluminum cans
And plastic bags.
As I stand motionless,
Are we doing enough to show the Earth our love?