Starts with me...

The summers are pretty hot

Unlike the yester years we got 

We crib yet yearn for the cool breeze

It's time to plant more trees.

Gone are the days we played

In rains of July summer

Now water crisis makes us quiver

It's time to save the river.

The air in which we dwell

Is getting toxic we know it well

Yet driving solo is our pride

It's time to share the ride.

We know the hazards of elastic

Yet we pack our food in it

The ocean deterioration is drastic

It’s time to say no to plastic.

There is much talk of parity

Yet daughters ain't allowed to dream

The sons at nights they roam

Charity begins at home.

We talk much of love

Yet we build our walls

Pointing fingers at thee

It's time to start with me.