Crumbled paper
on the ground.
Wrappers left behind
don’t even make a sound.

Gray smog
in the sky.
Holes in the atmosphere
making the air cry.

Plastic debris
on the ocean floor.
Fish choking,
then floating to shore.

One day all this waste
will fall on us.
Mother Earth is bleeding,
falling to dust.

If we, humans,
don’t do something now
drooping flowers
won’t be the only ones to bow.

Our planet
needs a savior.
So we better
change our behavior.

Because
if mother goes,
the rest of us
fall too she knows.