Right now we are living in a world where we use fossil fuels to run our lives. But this needs to change!

Behind the walls, 

behind the fences. 

Behind the perfect, 

the imperfections. 

Swallow my pride, 

I am not 

The feeling of the warm breeze

As the trees begin to die

And the red bleeds into the sky

As the icebergs melt and cry

The skies that were blue

You sit 

in the corner of my room,  

stretched thin across canvas, 

and frozen 

in your forgotten poise. 

The sky was red. 

Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red. 

Kinda orange. 

A scene from "Dune" when you think about it. 

Just bizarre.