My beloved boats are docked at the harbor, rusting into the already discolored water, knocking noisily into each other, echoing, echoing....
My beloved gulls are no longer crying over the blue blanket of the world, never to see the beautiful ball of luminous light ever again....
My beloved lions will never shout over the plain yellow landscape, never to climb the majestic purple mountains....
My beloved snakes will never hiss with satisfaction in their green dens, never to slither over the emerald leaves of the forest floor....
My beloved children will never see the world of forests, mountains, oceans, plains, or anything of the sort.
My beloved children will never have the chance to play hide-and-seek behind the giant redwoods.
My beloved children will never have the chance to splash in the rolling waves with the sleek bodied fish.
My beloved children will never have the chance to run free in the great plains with the galloping impalas.
My beloved children will never enjoy this world; will never see this world.
The apocalypse has come, but what caused it to happen?
We did.
We killed ourselves. We killed the gulls, the lions, the snakes. We killed the forests, the oceans, the plains, the mountains. We killed our children; our future.
Most of all, we killed our planet.
A whole generation's worth have created another plague; another killer.
We only have ourselves to blame for Global Warming.
The consequences are dire: change now or perish in a living Hell.
Children of the world, my only message to you, before too much is gone, and you cannot change back.
