As the night sometimes,
I sat an open window
And suddenly she spoke to me,
The Companion Of The Earth – The Moon.
Why so mysterious, sad
You’re looking at the Earth, the Moon?
-And look I did, because,
I Land on top better visible.
I look at her for a long time.
And, increasingly I notice-
Melting forest green stain
They ruthlessly cut down the people.
How mushrooms grow hundreds of skyscrapers,
Spires penetrating into acrid smoke.
It stretches from thousands of factories,
Made the sky a dirty blue.
Disappear like fog lake-
Blue drops on the ground.
And of gaping holes from azone.
From so I was sad.
Well you people don’t cherish?
Your house, your cradle?
Concrete jungle create
Killing a living citadel.

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Author’s full name: Kozlova Anastasia
Project name: Conversation with the Moon
Annotation to the project: The main idea of the poem – the pernicious influence of industrial development on the appearance of the Land the ecological situation
Name of educational organization, city, state:
branch, Ufa state aviation technical University in Ishimbai