A Dying World- oc

In a world of dying green,
The streets are roamed by thugs,
The world has kept us safe for now,
But now is full of bugs,
The bugs are us,
taking but not giving,

The world shall die if we don't change,

It may seem hard and maybe strange,

but it will help our dying world,

but in the midst of all this waste,

a flower grows, full of grace,

The dirt is worn,

the grass is brown,

but here this flower stands,

proud,

tall,

and sound,

the petals are soft,

the stem is crisp,

it is perfectly healthy in every way,

the people look,

and stop to stare,

this is the living answer to their prayer,

with a sad heart they all think,

and as the crowds go their separate ways,

some remember,

others too soon forget,

the flower that was set,

as a turning point in all their lives,

to keep the world as it drives,

throughout its course.  

If our world becomes dying like this,

look for a flower,

for a quick fix,
it may be small,
and may not move,
but a flower is here because it will choose,
The world will live!