How Did This Come To Be

How did this come to be

A world where we can't see

The once beautiful sky.

Our world is hurt

Polluted is the sky, water and dirt

Is plastic our only legacy?

Still we don't stop

Trees we continue to chop

Tears fall from the broken stumps.

I yearn for that day

When with confidence I can say

I have a future.

The birds still fly, on gentle wings

The bird still sings

But with tears in its eyes

Still we don't stop

The animals' tears we mop

This must be the end.

I yearn for that day

When we're on our way

To a future.