Is There A
Place?
By R.e.
Taylor
Is there a
place
Anywhere on
this world
Somewhere man
hasn’t touched
Concrete had
never been discovered
And glass
was still crystals of sand
There has
to be a place
Animals still
run wild and free
Plants grow
tall to meet the Sun
Water flows
smooth and clean
And the
air smells of purity
Is there a
place
Or has man
ruined everything
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