Poor, Helpless World

Beauty of the trees. Green, green grass, the smell of pollen enters my nose, I miss nature, the falling leaves.

The beautiful smell. But now it’s all gone. The fresh smell is gone. All I smell is gas.

The flowers are gone, only dead grass is left, no more leaves, all the trees are dead. No hope is left, we cannot water dead roots and expect that to work.

 No, not here. The plants yelp for replenishment, they get no reply and die of thirst.

Wind blows on my face and scoops up my hair, I gasp for air. All I get is the nasty smell of gas. Some plants thrive while others die. We can do nothing. It's too much now. All we can do is stare. Why? The children of generations to come will ask, why is everything dead? All people will say is, I don't know. Evermore, too many people rely on factories. Too many people smoke.

Oh it's just a little smoke, but they pity the wildfires taking homes, they pity kids in coming generations not having one breath of fresh air. They don't know that we will go extinct if we kill trees. They don’t understand, they never will and when they take their last breath of air they will remember evergreen bushes, cotton ball clouds and not clouds of smoke, green trees.

All is gone, there are parts of our world turning into rubble. What is the point? Why have we done this? The world doesn't deserve this. Keep life and our home evermore.