A call to Earth

In shopping centres, bright and wide, Where our dreams can fly and glide, We wrap our hearts in things we've bought, Forgetting stars, by city lights caught. Yet, whispers of change might find their way, As people stand up, by the ocean's spray. Our Earth, they say, is worth more than play, A future where green and blue can stay. We must think over, our habits laid out, With seas of plastic, and skies of doubt. It's in our actions, clear and stout, To choose to live, to truly shout. To save our home, we should all band, From dawn's light to night's last stand. It's up to us, to lend a hand, A fight for right, across the land. But history's glance, so sharp and keen, Will judge what we might have been. In future's tale, it would be seen, Our legacy, like a lost green dream. Yet, it must have been right in our clasp, To mend the breaks, to free the grasp. And we could have chosen a kinder path, For Earth, a haven, not aftermath.