The life of the people before us

As the green grass glows I can smell life near.

Then, the smell of life fades away as the glowing grass crawled into the darkness.

The smell of rubbish snuck up my nose.

Our ocean has more rubbish than the school bins.

As I walk around, all I can think about is that in 50 years I will have granchildren using rubbish as their favourite recipe.

From polar bears to kolas dying because of us.

But we can come back.

With strong steps we can come back as green as grass.