The wild future

It was that...

Ocean ran from her polluted plight, her waters pillaged of their life. And when Freshwater looked for sanctuary in Ocean's embrace, she was gone.

It was that...

Forest fled with her soft coat of tulle, out from under mankind's dark rule, and she looked over her shoulder and waved goodbye
to her friend the Rainforest, 
who's strong trunk had been felled, and where he once lay is now a wasteland of stumps that used to be trees.

It was that...

The Desert was always dry, but now he's truly parched,
the Sun's once welcoming rays now a fiery inferno, 
scorching his skin. And so he has deserted, which despite his name, he had never done. 
 

It was that...

The Arctic's ice was once quite nice, cold but home to some, but now she's gone, just another one lost to the war between loss and life.

And now they've all fled.
I don't know where.
Maybe they're waiting on you.