It’s too late

The breeze harshly smacks my face giving me the smell of ocean air,

Birds do loop-de-loops in the air like they're on a roller coaster,

This place is home

As I dance around in the luscious grass

I see plastic drift past me.

Running like a cheetah with the waves cheering me on

I try to grab the plastic but it’s too late

It’s too late

I watch as the plastic attacks the ocean,

I try to ask the trees for help

But they don’t answer,

I realise what our world is doomed for

As I crouch down,

It’s too late

Darkness swallows me as I think,

It’s too late,

It’s too late,

Or is it?