For The Unborn - A Present From The Present

I wonder why you don't admire her! 

She is exceptionally the epitome of beauty. 

Why carrying on with your lives 

In the hopes of an uncertain heaven, 

When your feet are on the true paradise 

That the senses can admire and cherish. 

  

She was born elegant one day 

Before your eyes were open to the light. 

A glimpse of her green smiles on a hazy dawn 

May fetch you a rejuvenating day. 

Who marred her charm negligently 

For a transit life that is fleeting like a mayfly! 

  

Imagine a day you open your eyes 

To see her bare and stripped off every riches. 

The green paint she is bathed in faded wretchedly; 

Her face is left pallid, like a corpse. 

Greed and selfishness made her so; 

They are more destructive than a pandemic. 

  

Imagine a day you are exposed to the furious sun; 

Without a shady boon to offer you a soothing covert. 

Even the thought of a little green seedling 

May bring you ecstatic goosebumps. 

Beware of the world you are carving for yourself; 

A blazing hell you will gift your unborn descendants. 

  

Envision a life you are deprived of the fresh scent 

Of her breath that blows gently caressing you. 

The suffocation would then be unable to bear. 

Unless the imminent destiny is foreseen, 

This nature will soon perish before your eyes, 

Leaving a cursed planet for the future to be born. 

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