My Backyard

In my backyard, I imagine.

I imagine a tree as tall as the sky

I imagine a bird that is soaring so high

I imagine a sky that is blue as can be

I imagine a flower with honey for a bee.

But when I open my eyes, what do I see?

No tree as tall as the sky

No bird that is soaring so high

A sky full of smoke, not as blue as can be

A tiny dead flower, with no honey for the bee.

This is what our world has become

If we don’t act now

Soon our world will be

Gone.