Earth Day (By Akhtar Jawad)

Who says, you are too old, My mother is still jewelry of gold, I love your each and every scenery, I promise to increase the greenery, For your children you're still a shelter, May be my ancient ascendant a settler? But I am proud to be your son, Dear mother! I beg your pardon, For the dangerously increasing pollution, I am working hard and looking for a solution, I hope soon the wastes will be low enough, I'm conscious of your sickness I listen to your cough, Soon I shall repair your damaged blanket Mother, I know you need a thick ozone belt.