Artificial Colours
A poem for Earth Day

I just watched someone toss an entire bag of takeout trash from their car window while speeding down my small street.
Single-use cardboard and plastic containers scuttle on the pavement, swirling with the unseasonably cold wind and snow.
I look out to see April’s vibrancy — cherry-red tulips and forsythia’s solar flare — instead I’m met with a Happy Meal’s golden arches.
It pains me that this “out of sight, out of mind” attitude is still so prevalent. Can others not hear our planet’s cries of suffering?
What possesses people to pollute, make their waste a problem for their neighbours? So quickly forgotten are the ways of taking care.
Warnings of changing seasons, dying species go unheeded, treated as an inconvenience when it’s a consequence of our apathy.
Even as rampant viruses threaten ways of life we stubbornly cling to, some refuse to see the power we have to affect changes for the better.
But then a neighbour comes to the rescue. He picks up the windswept waste and confines it in the bin, showing due reverence to the land.
He whisks away the artificial colours and returns the icy spring scene to its strange glory. If only we all took such care — to clean and tend with conscience.
This, after all, is the only planet we have. It’s so much greater than the sum of human parts that can callously forget it is meant to live and outlive us.
Rachel Ramkaran is an author, editor, poet & flow artist. Sign up for her newsletter for regular editing and creativity tips, captivating stories, and more.
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