There Is No Planet B

I walked through a rainbow of tropical leaves.

Exotic birds tumultuously chirp,

As trees indolently follow the breeze.

Clouds swiftly glide through the fresh air,

But soon this will all become a puzzling past.

I now walk through the mulchy forest track,

Once filled with brilliant greenery.

Now, filled with tree stumps and dead flowers.

The once pristine air, polluted with thick brown fog.

Cold metal blades slice through the future of our planet.

Men in luminous orange vests happily continue to murder our oxygen providers.

The next generation will soon exclaim, “Look! A tree!”

If we don’t learn how to take care of the planet,

These exclamations will become reality.

This must stop, or we can say goodbye to everything natural.

We must stop,

Not only for the trees and wildlife, but for humankind.

It starts off with a forest,

And it ends with the extinction of humanity.