Broken World

A broken world

one that humans cannot save

hanging by a thread

an invisible thread that we can hold

and if we help that thread it will grow and strengthen

my people will grow, populate and help that thread

and then I shall not be alone

alone

alone

alone

I was afraid and scared to go back but now we can return back home

my brethren shall spread

like the ever reaching roots of my parents

to the corners of the most desperate places

and then spread the gift of fresh air

not you humans who say they are helping for they lop and bop and chop

we may be dying out but we will

return