My Poem earth is going to be destroyed soon and soon struggle with troubles and maintain the moon try to produce light and be the sun create friendship with others, why do we need guns?
visit the world roaming round and round every one is equal why feel down earth is as head and ozone layer is cap every land is ours,man made is map
solid becomes gas when it boils and boils every problem can be won by our hard toils life is as ground and mind is clay make it into a ball and start to play