Amy Darnbrook

The sky is streaked with yellow and pink,
In the evening light, as the sun sinks,
Into the endlessly rolling sapphire sea,
While the trees wave in the gentle breeze.

Behind the horizon the sun disappears,
And out comes all the darkness and fear,
The night blackens with inky smoke,
Factories belch and the world chokes.

The sea tumbles and rages, thinking it can,
Fight against the cruel oblivion of man,
Who turns his back on all that he destroys,
Breaking nature like a child breaks toys.

The years pass, the angry sea roars,
As the planet warms, and rain pours,
Man hates it, but he just doesn’t see,
That it is his fault we are no longer free.

To do as we wish, and cough out gas,
We do not watch the sand in the hourglass,
Draining away, our reign is coming to an end,
Unless, somehow, the rules we bend.

And manage, just in time, to save our Earth,
And prove to all what we are worth,
That we can look after, help and save,
Our home, not send it to its grave.

And as man realises and starts to see,
The calming ocean once again feels free,
She breaks once more upon the sand,
Caressing it with a loving hand.

And the inky sky turns to brightest blue,
We feel the fresh air that is long overdue,
We have nothing to lose, and plenty to gain,
So that when we are gone the Earth still remains.