Tree dotted horizon

Green on a pale blue

A canvas to be painted

In all of earth's tones

Soft white baby clouds

With birds in a V

Suddenly, a plane's vapor trail

Disturbs the scene

Birds fall to the ground

Death in their eyes

Peace and joy—gone

Another animal existent

Water waves lap

Fish swim freely

Around soda cans and plastic bags

Suffocated by only us

Trees lay broken

Sawed and stripped

Rain forests are the past

And only a wish

Time elapses

And one cannot see

The birds and fish being free

Trees are a myth

And oceans are deadly

Now who can we blame

But our very selves?