IT CAN STILL BE SAVED

I found myself on a planet. The air was heavy.
Everything around me was gray, and in the distance,
the world looked even more colorless. As I wandered
through this planet, I missed my own – the green
one – more and more. Walking across the tired land,
I could no longer see the places I once loved to visit,
the forests and meadows that used to bring me joy.
And yet, it all seemed to have started with something
as simple as a single barrel of gasoline that no one
bothered to clean up in time. I was angry because it
could all have been saved. We could have lived on
a clean planet, but everyone thought it wasn’t their
responsibility.

Slowly calming my anger… I woke up.
And I realised it can still be saved.