• I look out a window
    to see a dying earth
    and how we wont
    have a hearth

    how the sky will be gone
    and how we wont hear a
    bird's song
    the hate humans should feel
    is replaced by nothing

    no more beautiful winters
    to gaze at threw the horizon
    no more beautiful children to see
    playing in the streets
    no more stars to stare at like
    one billion eyes

    no more maple trees to see in
    the beautiful fall, no more animals to look
    at in the wild, then there are things we wont
    miss

    no more bullys to make fun of you
    for being different, no more light pollution
    to take away the stars that will always remain
    no more boats throwing garbage in the
    ocean and making the fish suffer

    no more people to cut down trees
    no more government doing what
    they please