Our damaged home

The sun gazes down at the beauty of our home 

The trees sway 

The birds danced flawlessly 

Our home guided by its past

Soon its beauty wreaked 

Icebergs plummet 

Saplings cry as their arms get wounded 

Extinction chases us 

As we watch 

The cycle of nature never stops

But temperatures change 

So do we

Why don’t we ask ourselves

‘What about the life after me’

The sun gazes down at our home

’Where’s the beauty I created’ he asked 

Why can’t we go back to the past