What Paradise Will Be Left For Me?

• Stefanie Scherwitzel, Grade 8, St Aloysius College
• Poetry
• 2011

Finalist in the 'Timeless Tales 2011' competition

My World is masked by a growing tumour
"Mass Destruction" worlds no longer a rumour
Suffocated and strangled by human greed
Our fragile earth silently bleeds

Like dominoes our rainforest falls
Satisfied, yet still hungry, the bulldozer withdraws
Waiting to unleash its wrath on another tree
What paradise will be left for me?

Fragile feathers flicker like pieces of foil
But it is not a jewel, only a blanket of oil
Their final resting place is the toxic sea
What paradise will be left for me?

The sickening smog silently chokes the air
Carbon emissions leaking havoc in the earth's atmosphere
Blue skies cunningly disguise what we can not see
What paradise will be left for me?