Horrid, plastic supermarket bag
Floating in my stream
Turning sparkling water to ugliness
Shattering my dream.
Carelessly thrown without a thought
I’m sad that someone has never been taught
To notice the beauty all around
To listen to the lilting sound
Of birds in the overhanging trees
The whisper of butterflies, buzz of bees
If they had been taught I know that they
Would never have thrown that bag away.
