Rise up, time is almost up!

Nature no longer sings - it has no energy to partake in these things. 

Her water and lakes have been long gone; she is too weak, too dry to cry. 

Because of our greed, the future generations, they will bleed- 

With a sorrow they do not know the cause of, only feel a stab day after day- 

They will die, before gazing upon the world with their wide, innocent eyes, they will die, before the chance to fly in sprawling meadows, full of laughter and life. 

They will never experience the pleasure of leisure; their lives will be shadowed by the demise of our Earth, and her cries will haunt us, the revenge of not enough, of no action! 

What was it all for, this war that we waged, by ignoring the blazing fires, the burning tyres?  

What were they thinking, those so-called ‘leaders’, clad in suits of grey, as they plotted and schemed for new ways to lengthen the number of days we had before realising the inconvenient truth. 

And here, we are left with the plain, painful facts: 

Our planet is doomed, it is time to address the elephant in the room, we have been blinding ourselves far too long for this to go on! 

What do we do next, left with this broken shell of a once flourishing, harmonious land? 

What good is gold when here, the future generations will not even have the chance to grow old, and dance, and sing, and live? 

There is no hope, no way out. 

Hold hands with your loved ones; we must all make haste, to prepare and be one with our fate, this death sentence which we cast onto ourselves.  

But wait. 

Here is a seed - weak and small, barely alive, strangled by weeds, but miraculously alive. 

Here is a seed in the hearts of those who truly care, who have really shed tears, over all those years of our wrongdoing. 

Now just let it grow. 

Let it flourish as our land once did, let it heal what has been lost, let it right our wrongs. 

Rise up, time is almost up!