To Act When the Skies Are Still Blue

We’ve stomped, encroached and tread, upon the very soil that gave us our bread. But the soul of Gaia now aches for a remedy, from the wounds, it has borne from our deeds, so helplessly. It isn’t too late to save and conserve, the resources that not only we but others too deserve. It’s the little things that we do which make the count, our wastage and overuse are what we must take into account. For each paper we use and each page is worthwhile, only if we use each inch and not let them pile. Each morsel of food that graces our mouth, we must respect it and be grateful, not uncouth. For mother earth drains her blood to produce what we eat, which is why it must be honoured, every grain of wheat. To clean and pick up trash is an act much dignified, as it rejuvenates our earth which would otherwise have slowly died. To be wary of the ways in which we pollute, being mindful, too, is a great way to contribute. It is thus time to stop the deliberation and talk, and to form a resolution - get up and walk. Let us do our bit for our land, seas and air, Let us do our bit to show the planet that we care.