Sonnet 7

by Treischel

Each generation takes, now all seems lost.
Resources dwindle, not to be replaced.
Without regard or ref'rence to the cost,
We burn, we dig, we throw away the waste.

And as we do, our detritus pollutes
The land and sea and air that we must use.
Oh Mother Earth, you're spoiled by human brutes!
The damage that is wrought, you can't excuse.

But soon you'll find a way to compensate,
For if you don't, then everything will die,
And as it stands, it may just be too late!
Bad weather, earthquakes, flare-ups now apply.

Oh Earth, your patience, only time can tell,
As climate alters, land and sea rebel.

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Mater Sonnet by Kiwisteveh
Sonnet 1 by Ciliverde
Sonnet 2 by Tfawcus
Sonnet 3 by Mfowler
Sonnet 4 by Gloria
Sonnet 5 by Just2write
Sonnet 6 by The Death
Sonnet 7 by Treischel
Sonnet 8 by Domino2
Sonnet 9 by Kiwisteveh
Sonnet 10 by Lightink
Sonnet 11 Dorothy Fennell
Sonnet 12 by Mountainwriter49
Sonnet 13 by Pantygynt
Sonnet 14 by Debbie Noland

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