Santa Isle

Once there was a beautiful island.
Its beaches were covered wth shells and sand.
It had green landscapes
And forests full of trees and apes.

There was a river across the forest
That continued down the mountain chest.
It provided water for animals
And created really lovely vales.

But now everything caught a change.
There is no more mountain range.
The river has all dried out
For there is no more cloud.

Man has succeeded to conquer
And how they did it, is quite queer.
They polluted it without fear,
But now they gotta say "Oh Dear!".

Now all we can do is to restore
The order of earth to gain God's trust,
And stop a destruction from its core
To the green, beautiful crust.

Protecting Santa Isle with its beauty,
Is one of our major duty.