The Last Will Poem by Sanchia Charles

I, nature, being of full age and of a sound mind, does hereby declare this instrument to be my last will.

To the air in the sky, I leave to you the gift of purity.
That you may be as you were the day you were born.

To the birds of the sky I leave to you the freedom of flying.
Without having to be a shooting target of man.

To the butterflies of the meadows, I leave to you your journey to find a flower.
That you may not be plucked and pinned to insect boxes.

To the busy little bees, I leave to you the fruits of your labor.
That you may enjoy the honey you make.

To the freshwaters of the Earth, I leave to you the right to flow.
That you may make your way to the seas immaculate in form.

To the turtles of the seas, I leave to you cleaner oceans.
That you may feed on jelly fish and not on plastic bags.

To the corals of vibrant colors, I have one thing to ask of you,
I would like you to adorn the ocean's floor rather than be artifacts on tabletops.

To the whales of the oceans. I leave to you the right to swim
That you may not be made into a color to paint the lips of pompous faces.

To the land that supports all, I leave to you the gift of strength.
That you may sustain all life.

To the rhinos of the jungle, I leave to you the right to live.
That you need not be hunted for your horn.

To the deer of the forests, I leave to you the freedom of galloping.
That you may never be the out -come of an automobile accident.

To the elephants of the Nations, I leave to you your memory,
That you may walk the earth without having to detour cause of man-made obstructions.

To all the trees and plants, I give to you the gift of healing,
That you may one day heal me too.

To mankind alone, I leave to you a choice,
Let me exist or exit.


- Sanchia Christine Charles