Change is here

Birds chirp, loving speaking for this great and mighty place. Leaves blow in the wind, each leaf falls from the branches with each swish and sway. Millions of crystal tears explode. Trees, the softest cloud so high up, take me away, trees are dying at the minute. “Help!” I can almost hear it from within my tree.

Ants, stiff sap, grass, animals, love, and one world full of bystanders. As I lower myself into my tree, the sounds I can feel slip down my back. The animals so dearly held to my heart. Breathe. It slowly gets harder and harder to breathe, falling into the void below.

No trees, no air no air no life. Is this what we want? Gasping for air people with hands of horror killing trees for no reason. This is what hurts me most. We are Bystanders no longer. Change is here, can  you hear it? Squishy and squishy, squelchy and slippery mud, we take everything for granted. But change is here. Tell a friend you Mum your Dad tell the whole wide world,

Change Is Here.