Beauty can come once again,
Only if we change for once again.
The green land is now a smoky structure,
Pollution changed her picture.
The blue aqua is now a freculant part of her,
And now she is squandered.
"Can she ever get her beauty again?", I asked to present,
"Only if your demonic possession changes." present said to me.
"Technology all over me?",
"I'm not your dummy run, did I owe this for you?"
She cared you like a mother, gave you more than you deserved,
Per contra, was she meant to be paid the awfulness?
Change the present,
Before it's too late.
Not for your magmanity,
Nor for some mysteriously sake.