This is my garden.

It used to be beautiful.

It used to be rich and bountiful.

There used to be so many insects and creatures.

There used to be so many children playing around.

The roses used to bloom, year in year out.

The trees used to be green and leafy.

The vegetables and fruits used to be bright and delicious.

But that was what they used to be.

Now, this is my garden.

It is dank, damp and drab.

It is shrivelled and colourless.

There is no life, no movement left anywhere.

The children have stopped coming, they stay inside now.

The roses have stopped blooming; they are all dead and twisted.

The trees are choked by envious ivy, leaves shrivelled and brown.

The vegetables and fruits are no longer safe to eat.

This is not what I ever wanted it to be.

This is my garden.

My garden is damaged.

My garden is choked by the smog and pollution.

My garden is poisoned by chemicals and waste.

My garden is lacking the now-extinct life.

My garden misses the children who now stay only inside.

My garden is dying.

The worst part: it's me who has done this to my garden.

My garden's name is Earth.