Stop The Scars Of Litter

My feet crunch against the bright green leaves as I embrace and cherish this freedom

From the endless rows of trees to the unforgettable variety of plants,

The forest is like none other.

The sunrise in the horizon greets my eyes.

The sun wraps a warm blanket around me.

The sun is my loyal companion.

It’s always there, watching, unwavering.

The sun grows with us as if it is a close relative

This feeling is like one in a million.

In the azure sky above me,

Birds fly confidently as they soar against the vast canvas of blue.

I am like a bird, with the desire to experience new places.

Feeling calm, I walk away from the addictive forest.

It was a lozenge to my sore throat.

The sunset emerges from the depths of the white clouds.

In my track lies a life-threatening chunk of rubbish, almost eaten by a harmless bird.

This single rubbish piece can make our clear rivers turn opaque.

Our forests will disappear.

So, let us treasure this precious land and keep it close to our hearts.

Let us be guardians of our Earth's beauty and stop the scars of litter.