WRITE ON
SPEAK OUT
Monarch butterflies
By
Lila K
AGE
13

To those who will grow up without monarch butterflies
or clear skies
to those who will see hives without bees
or trees with no leaves, I’m sorry
Because when it’s 2043 and we can’t breathe
we’ll be on our knees begging for mercy
We’ll cry and we’ll plead as the world starts to bleed
Blood will trickle down our hands
We’ve tinged the world with oil and touched it with hate
We now beg for the souls
on this planet who care for its fate,
Join us as we say the climate crisis isn’t fake
The earth is many things, but not one we can destroy
The earth is the dew in the morning and the breeze at night
It is the green in the sea, the frost on the grass
It is the water, clear as glass
To change, it may seem so little
it may seem so slight
but the world is beginning to lose its fight
to the weapons we hold in our hands
We must change
because there will be people who will grow up without
monarch butterflies or clear skies
There will be people who will see hives without bees
and trees with no leaves
And to them I say, I'm sorry