I Am The Moon

• Rory Webster, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

As i float up here
in this desolate space
I look down at my friend, beautiful Earth
slowly dying.

My friend Mother Nature is on Earth
getting killed by a virus, humanity, that is slowly populating the world.
Mother Nature doesn't need humanity, but they need her.

Rainforest, generous but sarcastic Rainforest.
Always giving but never taking
unlike the virus, completely the opposite.
There isn't much of him on Earth anymore.

I wonder how long it takes, until the virus spreads.
We must stop the virus, or at least stop it from killing everything.
Otherwise, we are all dead.