The Last Hope Left

The towering buildings, the deafening sound,
There’s not a trace of flora nor fauna around.
I trip, I stumble, I push through the mess,
The pollution in the air isn’t becoming any less.

The grey of the sky, the smog in the air,
All this pollution is so unfair.
Choking animals, people too,
This is terrible, it really cannot do.

But then, I see,
My beautiful tree.
My wonderful ancient golden pine,
Where I sit with my book in the sunshine.

It is Earth’s very last chance,
My heart begins to sing and dance.
I usually stay and relax for hours,
I can enjoy the sun with its nurturing powers.

But now I must leave,
There is no time to grieve.
Because I am off to produce some new plant life,
To save this world from terrible strife.