O how we wait the blooming season of roses. br O how great cheer that we feel as the trees flourish. br Today we enjoy our natural resources br But it seems we do not know that they may vanish. br br From a distance my eyes can see a bald mountain. br Where are the trees and grasses that had once grown there? br Our responsibilities have we forgotten? br We advertise planting but we really don’t care. br br Sweet strawberries can bless our tongue as we partake br As well as the grapes from best vineyards turned to wine. br But who will stand for their existence sake? br For sooner, their situation may not be fine. br br What did our past do for us to experience this? br The sick environment is in dire need of cure. br From our eyes I do not want our planet to cease. br Plant some more because we should plant for the future. br br www.poemhunter.comobed-dela-cruz br www.poetfreak.compoetObedDelaCruz br www.princeobed.multiply.com br www.obed-dela-cruz.blogspot.com br br Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz br br (March 31,2010; Marikina City) br br (The poem is written by OBED DC. To use it in a proper manner, please email him at princeobeddc@yahoo.