Through The Window

Through the window,

I see a world of green, 

With overhanging branches and wildflowers serene, 

Willowy swamps drooping over the vast sea,

A whole world growing wild and free.

But as I look again, the trees are no more, 

Replaced by box-shaped buildings and dried-up shores,

Withering valleys of weeping weeds,

All that was there, now unseen.

Through the window,

I see what must be done,

Change is needed so our world won’t be gone. 

We must act now, before it’s too late, 

To save our planet from this fate.