SAVE OUR PLANET
Tears sting and fall, as eyes search for a gap in the grey
The breath comes and goes like a wizened old man
Children no longer go out to play
The birds barely twitter
The leaves hang, heavy and sad
The stars, the moon, the sun haven’t smiled down, nights and days
This shroud of grey….where did it come from?
Burning the stubble in the fields has been the way
For far too long
To make it the prime culprit
is wrong
We trumpet out loud
our rapid progress and advancement in science and technology
I struggle to understand
is this the result?
That it does away with all that is real and natural
and creates all that is artificial and unnatural
Gripping us in a vice where suffering is certain
We create
for short term comfort
long term discomfort
We churn out limitless vehicles
numerous industries
The skies are a maze of flights
The seas a zig zag of water transport lines
for a bursting at the seams population
with a couldn’t care less, callous, selfish attitude
We, the creators
vitiate the air, the earth and the seas
by belching out unfathomable quantities of life sucking pollutants
It’s like being on a plane with low to zero oxygen supply
and ‘Gasp!’ as one clamours for the oxygen mask to fall
It never does….
Melissa Singh is an Interiors Designer. She designs the inside and leaves the outside to the best designer of all….Nature. From Nature she puts together organic lotions and creams for the hands, body and hair. She is a ‘wonder woman’…..always wondering and wandering 😊
So beautiful 🙂