The lush green grass
And ocean emerald blue
Pretend this Earth
A shiny hue.
But they are perilous
Need to be redeem and sanctify.
Beneath the blue
In tranquil and green
The sea-maiden dive
In a blissful mood.
But it's toxic
Must be diluted with elixir.
The wind plays harp
And the birds take notes
Each one know their part
To the very last.
But they are quite harsh and extinct
Ought to be purified and shielded.
Clouds became ethereal
When mountains touch heights
They let them reach
Beyond their estimates.
But they are in vile
Both should get out of hock.