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