Our World

Open your eyes,

and look around.

 Theres a world to be seen,

a world to be found.

Not always good,

yet not always bad.

Not always happy,

but not ever sad.

A World is waiting,

for you to see,

the beauty within,

the beauty it can be.

Beauty in nature,

beauty in sounds,

beauty in heavens,

beauty in grounds.

Yet world we see,

is not in true form,

so open you eyes,

and stop to mourn.

Our world is dying,

what will you do?

will you sit there and worry,

will you let this stew?

Open your eyes,

and look around,

theres a world to be seen,

a world to be found.

Not always good,

but starting to go bad,

a dying world,

now that, that is sad.