Breathe

It could be paradise
But we’ve gone too far
No longer an Eden
Just land covered in scars. 

Death is everywhere
More abundant than life
Helpless creatures waiting
For the wrath of climate’s knife.

We’ve choked the air 
With smog and ash
Mechanical monsters, hot breath
Great is the lure of cash.

The hourglass is emptying
Time growing thin
We could still rebuild our Eden
If we will only listen.

Trees embraced by curling limbs 
Colours flooding back
We would be able to breathe again
Raucous birds our soundtrack.