Once, there was beauty.
Now, no words can describe this.
Before, the sky was clear and pure.
Take a look at Beijing and Delhi if you want to contradict.
Forests cover 31 percent of the land, and yet
More than 150 acres are lost every minute
Of every day
Of every year.
So, tell me, are animals coming into the cities just by coincidence?
And speaking of animals, so many lose
Their lives to deforestation and poaching.
Right now, there are only two white rhinos in the entire world,
And they are females.
An entire species of beautiful creatures
Exterminated by weapons created for the spoils of war.
So, I’ll ask you, is there still beauty?
Because humanity’s greed has hidden it.
In 1944, the concentration camps were discovered and liberated.
The United Nations formed, promising to never let anything like that
Ever happen again.
Okay, that’s great, just one question though:
Where did all the Syrians go?
One day, we are going to wake up and look outside.
A barren wasteland meets us.
Skulls are littered across the dried-cracked ground;
Dust storms rise every few hours,
For no plants stop it.
How? They are all dead.
Cut down or stomped on for the need of houses.
The human race populated way too much.
There are no animals.
Just the occasional emaciated dog and cat,
Or ugly rat.
All the other animals?
They were killed for the money of food, warmth,
Because we all know how people treasure wealth.
Ash and gas swim in the sky,
Drowning the mighty eagles and the tiny hummingbirds.
The stars are no longer visible, and the sun..
Oh, the sun.
We barely see its outline in the cloud of haze,
But we still feel its warmth, although it’s too warm for our liking.
Oh, you didn’t know.
The ozone layer has been destroyed.
All the pollution from factories and nuclear testing has ruined it.
Now, the sun shines as bright as it pleases.
Even if it burns the skin and leaves us with bloody wounds.
But that’s all right. Cause we deserve it.
Mother Earth suffered so much because of us.
The least we can do is let her punish us.
But I am still hopeful.
There are people out there who are trying to change the world,
Trying to restore beauty.
And I am one of them.
Maybe not now, but someday I will.
Yes, once there was beauty,
But even with all the destruction,
A tiny daffodil is blooming.