The planet is crying as we walk, with each step as she carries billions of lives on her back. With every passing moment, as she gasps for air, all she feels is the pain. The pain from her lungs filled with smoke full of hatred and death. Yet, she's holding on for dear life as she carries those lives. She looks at herself desperately, begging to be heard, as she screams for someone to put her out of her misery, but with such a heavy burden, she carries on. How much longer should she have to suffer before, she's no longer able to lift a single hair on her head. Everyone looking around for someone to blame while blinded by their deeds. She has carried us for billions of years as humans plan to abandon her, as they take leave, looking back at what used to be but sparing no effort to change it for the better, only looking for the easy way out.
