What my Lord made is beautiful ever

What my Lord made is beautiful ever
The earth, the mountains, the creatures
Those sigh on their birth whenever
Man exterminates them for future
Those trees that fight to keep us alive
Saturating the dust lacking any desire
For the society they stand and thrive
From the whiff to the blazing fire
Innocent are the creatures loving us perpetually
Finding a world among man to live in peace
Beast is the man who surpass their boundary
And blow them out without loving a least
It is man who leaves the world right never
Or else what my Lord made is beautiful ever.

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