We walk a mile.
Turn to the road.
Leaves crunch underfoot.
A plastic bag caught in a tree.
We refuse to leave it behind.
Nature needs no man made litter.
We walk upon this earth.
Leave only footsteps behind.
We walk a mile.
Turn to the road.
Leaves crunch underfoot.
A plastic bag caught in a tree.
We refuse to leave it behind.
Nature needs no man made litter.
We walk upon this earth.
Leave only footsteps behind.
Saturn's Premier Poet 