I Yearn To Wake Up To

I yearn to wake up to the pristine cerulean scintilating blue skies.

But all I see are blankets of pollution as you don't care how much pungent pollution you release from fearful factories.

I yearn to wake up to verdant luscious vibrant leaves of a tremendous tree towering over me like a mother.

But all I see are feeble fraagile stumps, humans are mercilessly cutting trees down for wood and fuel.

I yearn to wake up to the radiant beaming sun peering down at me and embracing me in a balmy hug.

But all I see are heavy depressing raindrops while on the other side of the world they are facing a terrible disastrous drought.

I yearn to wake up to the forest's gentle rustling sound like a harmonious syphony.

But all I hear are the threatening crackles of ferocious flames, the Amazon is burning three soccer fields every minute and with smoke even visible from space.

I yearn to wake up to the iridescent colours of the enchanting mesmerising coral.

But all I see are them dead, as white as bones due to climate change as it turns the ocean unbearably warm and the algae in the coral flee in fear leaving the coral colourless.

I yearn to wake up to the birds chiping in  a glorious song,

But all I hear is the messy trafffic in the ghastly morning as adults don't relise how much noise and revolting pollution a single car can produce.

I yearn to wake up to the sweet fresh air at camp.

But all I smell is the nauseous rubbish left in the sea, tonnes of rubbish are being left in the ocean everyday.

You don't understand how every action has a rersulting consequence.

I don't want to live in the dirty polluted world you have left for me.