We take and take and still,
We want more.
Forests fall to feed our hunger for things we don’t need.
Oceans choke on the waste we pretend disappears.
The sky dims from smoke we lit just to feel bigger.

We built high and call it progress.
We cover green with gray and call it growth.
But it’s decay,
Dressed in convenience.

We act like kings of a world we didn’t create,
Forgetting we are guests here,
No more scared than wolves,
The sea whales,
The trees,
The silence.

We speak of saving the earth as if it’s seperate from us,
When in reality.
We’re trying to save ourselves from what we’ve done.

We had enough.
We still do.
But enough was never the goal.
We wanted more,
And more has always meant less for everything else.

One day,
The earth will go on without us.
I hope it does.
It would be better without us.
It’s us who are not guaranteed.