Earth's Final Wish

A vehicle of travel that’s exhaust

Is exhausting to clean up.

To scrub from my floors,

My hills,

My caves.

It is a challenge no one has attempted

In success.

Or ever will in the near future,

Because you are the cause of each stain,

Scraped mountain,

Or wounded child of mine.

My fish are suffocating,

And my land is desecrated with the waste

That you think cleaning up is a waste of time

I find my herds crowded,

Flooding with demands of labor

That twists their hearts and cuts their limbs

As soon as they are done with their job,

Or are not good enough.

I see my forests devastated

Where they still are found

Each time I give them a call

They respond with a voicemail

Telling me of each cut you inflicted

For the noble cause they find in vain.

It stains my cattle's sanity.

Something they can not depart from,

So they cling to the fraying edges,

Letting them stretch away their mind

Instead of falling.

I remember when I first gave birth to your species.

Yes, I was your beginning;

You screamed and wailed

Only to grow up to exclaim your needs

In grunts that turned into orders for everyone.

You started to talk back when my coal

Started to thin;

I used brush through the strands

As soon as the sun shone onto eyes.

But now my eyes are clouded with 

A blurry fog that will never leave.

I used to have birds soaring through my vibrant skies

With songs and crows of pleased harmonies of life.

But now I see these monsters  hum through my atmosphere

With wings and patterns in your language

That you say is called

 “Advertising”.

But all I want to advertise is harmony that you say can only exist

In pop music filled with pixelated life.

Now I sleep from the fog

And the worry for my children and me.

I scream and avalanches rain.

You record it with no understanding of

The jagged edges you shaved

Till they landed the deepest cuts to my heart.

P.S.

I'll forgive you,

please just get our home back.

Many of you have already tried,

But please-all of you,

I can't stand the disease.

I don't know how much longer I can wait for the coughing

To suffocate me to an end.