Dear 2045
-
Evelyn Lichnos, Grade 07
-
Poetry
-
2020
All we touch and all we see,
began in cosmic history.
All our surrounding hold in store,
all the clues to what has gone before.
Observe the traffic and the pollution,
where is its solution?
I see it in my own neighbourhood,
this sight,
it's not a matter to be taken light.
I see the trees crying,
and all the burnt leaves lying.
I wish that it stops soon,
otherwise we will have to take refuge on the moon.
Plastic packaging and plastic rings,
plastic bags for more plastic things,
but plastic kills so stop and think.