We cannot separate from others,
Animals, rivers, trees, soil
We are part of the land
It is our body
It’s me. It’s you.
When we do things to harm the land and environment
It always comes back to harm us too.
The Earth is a beauty beyond human comprehension
But we have been killing her softly
Overwhelming her with our demands
She is giving us what was meant for the next generations
Because she cannot bear to leave us desolate
Yet we separate ourselves from her
Although she keeps caring for us till the day
She won’t be able to continue
But what do we offer her, so
She does not self-destruct?
What will we do so that we won’t create a land
that will be described as once beautiful,
once inhabited by animals, trees, birds, rivers
What will we do so we do not have to show old images
But let future generations experience the beauty first hand?
What if there was hope
What would you do, then
What are you willing to do?