There was once a little girl who held a rose
She ran through gardens
Feeling grass beneath her toes
She sensed sand stinging her feet
And snowflakes freezing her hands
A face brightened with Joy
With Happiness and Love

Years passed by,
But the girl knew
It would never be the same

Time went on and they couldn’t be stopped.
They ravaged through countries
Killing the forests with great pride and joy
Just for a shred of gold and material wants.

The girl wanted a voice
A voice to speak up
But they never listened

The girl soon forgot
The color of the sand
The feel of the snow
The everlasting sun
All was lost

The girl grew up
She stopped caring- about Roses
Forgetting the animals, moon, and stars
Now she was them

Thick masses of smog now a sky
No more plants
No more blue skies
No more wandering along the shoreline
No more falling snowflakes on our tongues

Eventually, there was no sun
Sun lamps
And plaster brown grass
There were no plants, animals, and eventually we.
Don't you see?
We are destroying ourselves
Piece by piece.