Dear future
I am Sorry
Sorry we used nature as a credit card
with no spending limits
over drafting animals to extinction
stealing your chance to ever see their uniqueness or become friends with them,
Sorry we poison the ocean so much that you can't even swim in them,
But most of all sorry
for we lie to our mindset
and we had the nerves
to cause all this destruction
in the name of Progress
but the thing about the truth is
it can be denied but not Avoid
I am so sorry my dear Future generations,
in the name of progress,
I am sorry that our footprint
became a sinkhole and not a garden
I am sorry for we made up excuses
to build high tech homes
instead of planting more trees
But At last, This Future I don't accept it,
because and error
doesn't become a mistake
until you refuse to correct it
So people hear my cry
Hear Mother natures tears
I am no activist, no politician, no farmer
But am the sun of earth
and mother earth is telling me like the wise man
when the rivers are all dried up
and the trees have been all cut down
Man Will then realize
he will not be able to eat money
But I want to believe it not too late
So Do I have all believers
or are all of you guys
already transform by the partial good,
If not is not to late too make it right
It not too late to make it right
