Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, and drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are with constant drinking fresh and fair.

Well then;
Pollution I now do not see
this busy world and I shall ne'er agree;
The very honey of all earthly disasters,
Does of all means the soonest and smartest
of all black smoke; all the nice's cars;
All the nice things we in modern life...
Does of all means the soonest cloy,
And do we all deserve our pity,
Who for it can endure the stings,
The crowed of human,
And buzz, and murmurings of this
great pollution's.
In our city's, on our fields, in our forest
and at sea.
So:
The world's a scene of changes, and
unfortunately to be constant.
Do we find hope for our pollutions? 
How knows...
But life is an incurable disaster.