The woman from 2065

A woman from the year 2065

Where went the years when we could fit trees, when animals weren’t in extinction, when climate change wasn’t made by us, when animals had a home…

Now earth’s wearing grey, flowers are ash, and our air smells of smoke… plastic lines the earth, bins are empty, our oceans are feeling alone…

Overfishing, deforestation, littering, marine debris, climate change, pollution, environmental degradation, and resource depletion?

A child from the year 2023

But only a quarter of us are trying. To fix the mistakes we made. Spread awareness, forgive, and forget our habits. But what about the other ¾ of our population?

I think we lost our decency, and mother nature is quitting. She wants to live and connect, but it’s the creation of man, letting her off our lead.

What if we gain it back? Go back to where the trees glistened green, the shore was free, and animals had a community. We can only plead…

There’s time to save what we killed. What we took away from our gift. Maybe then we can look at it in peace again.

If we don’t fix this, the woman from the year 2065 is real.