green grass

as we lie down under the big oak tree, staring up at the big thick branches, wondering how much longer this place will be here for,

our earth is burning breaking cracking. O, I am sick of thinking about what is happening to our earth; that we are so lucky to have, yet we are destroying this place.

why oh why are we destroying this place animals are dying for god's sake people are dying we have to stop with this.

as i wake from my long slumber, I realise I have to help in some way.