The "Endangered" To Me

Endangered.
A jarring word.
Can classify the fall of a tree,
To the last flight of a bird.

Every endangered species must come to the point,
Where these drowning numberes,
Drop to disappoint.

Where the last few,
Take their last breaths.
While mother nature cries,
At these massed deaths.

But, she sees a glimmer of hope,
A light at the end of the tunnel.
She knows we can climb this sceptical slope,
We can pick ourselves up from the rubble.

We, together, by mother nature’s side,
We can start to help, start to provide.
If we can get over our pride, and try doing what is right,
We as a collective, can begin to get this right.