Trees at Camp John Hay

THE VOICES OF THEE

The sun shines as if it curses the day and night

Polluted air conquers my everyday sight,

I can’t breathe nor can I see the light

Towards environmental crisis with series of flight.

The river flows but never on my roots of glow

Trees were cut, no more shades to show,

I’d rather stay at home and play though

My gadgets don’t talk to me like my bro.

I sat once on my hard couch,

Viewing the television about technology’s touch:

Amazing, beneficial, solution for today’s modern batch

 A Science-literate is indeed a clutch.

Modern advances benefits lives,

Eradicates reams of paper files,

Woods in the forest nor cries

Hope to Science never dies.

To the Youth of Science-Nation, I appeal,

‘It takes a responsible citizen to make solutions real!’

SciTech is our great gear

To meet so much world complaints that bear.