Dear 2045

• Saarthi Mevawala , Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

Oceans are rising, animals are dying
The Artic is melting , the animals are dying
They are meant to thrive and survive
Not Roll in pain , left to die
They are meant to sing us goodnight
Not to be killed for fur and bones
Don't you see our animals dying
Don't you see our world is evolving
Our Air is dirty and our waters are polluted
Our life will be ruined buy it has already started in nineteen hundreds
Dear 2045... I don't think we will survive
If you read this, then I am sorry
I just hope you will thrive