The sea is red,
Fishes are dead;
I truly dread,
Water is polluted.
If trees are cut,
Land will be hot;
Mountains will be bald,
There will be flood.
We won't live longer,
If none will care;
To love and spare,
The gifts of nature.
Think of life's worth,
And the future births;
Plant trees henceforth,
And save the earth.
(Thi poem was written by my son, Noknok during his student days.
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