Nature-Bringer

I am an artist, the world is my canvas,
And heaven is where it lies.
It has already been painted on,
But it lost its clean, gorgeous skies.
The canvas is slashed and dirty, and worn.
The trees are more brown than green.
Yet the world did not always look like this,
It isn't quite what it seems.
There used to be birds, and flowers and grass,
As far as the eye could see.
But now, all of our plants are gone,
And plastic is our sea.
The knowledge we had did not make a change,
Although it was very striking.
And due to this, the world now looks,
As if it has been struck by lightning.
But in my hand, I hold a brush.
Join me, fight the lies.
So all of us can appreciate,
Mother Nature's bright blue skies.