a poem
Come With Me
Come with me, my darling,
To a land where grass still grows.
Take my hand, my darling,
To a land where the rivers still flow.
If you come with me, my darling,
I’ll get rid of all this grey.
I’ll show you a land of colours,
It was not always this way.
Once, the sea was a striking blue,
The fish abundant and free.
But now the ocean is a sickly grey,
The fish nowhere to be seen.
Take my hand, my darling,
I’ll show you flowers again.
I know the blossom is long gone,
But the buds will, once more, open.
There once were trees, my darling,
So tall the peaks were gone.
The tops were hidden in the clouds,
But then the trunks were torn.
There was once a healthy soil,
That covered this grey land.
But now, I fear, my darling,
This land is naught but bland.
Come with me, my darling,
To a land where grass still grows.
Take my hand, my darling,
To a land where the rivers still flow.
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