When mountains’ cut and granite stones are made,
And Iron’s got from ore deep down the Earth,
And wood is sawed from trees of Everglade:
Thus, skyscrapers in cities get their birth!
The Earth’s resources are so abundant;
It lasts as long as God wants it to last;
So, gold is turned into rings and pendant;
In doing this, man appears to be fast.
Prudence is needed in whatev’r man does;
The Earth’s resources could get depleted;
Improper ways of man could make things worse;
Man’s plans to progress get self-defeated.
Let man take care when resources are scarce;
When coffer’s empty, why then cry out hoarse?
6-26-2002 byDr John Celes
Dr John Celes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-the-prudent-use-of-earth-s-resources/
