Dear Mama Nature

An apology poem

Look, I know you’re angry. I get it. We did bad. We’ve scuffed up the planet, got fidgety and mad. Left our toys out loose, and strewn across the place. We’re noisy, rowdy, boisterous. We spit our vegetables in your face.

We answer you back. We don’t wash our hands. We’re impolite and ungrateful. But we dish out our demands. We hurt all our siblings and we hurt our own self. We break things but don’t apologise. We’re not thankful for our health.

We complain a lot. Kick and scream. But do nothing to change our ways. We whine about a better life but damage our given days. So I get it. I do. I see why you’re upset. We once were your children, now we’re your biggest threat.

Maybe we needed this interval, or maybe we’re just out of luck. But honestly, I’m sorry. I see it now —

— we suck.