Day 30 - A Message From The Stars

It wasn't her green hair that marked her out.
And nor her crinkled nose or second mouth.
It was the fact she floated off the ground.
And somehow she could talk without a sound. 

Take me to your leader she intoned.
And got into the car I had just loaned.
I drove her down to London in the rain.
She talked about her planet to explain.

And when we got to Whitehall crowds had formed.
At Downing Street the journalists had swarmed. 
We got out and dishevelled Boris blinked.
Around the world the cameras were linked.

"I travelled twenty light years so I could 
impart my guidance of something you should  
do now. So hear the wisdom of my age!
Just pay your nurses with a decent wage!"

Day 29 - The Shelter

The rain froze before hitting the ground, 
so it beat a steady rhythm on the canvas roof. 
The light glows on those sitting around
as they wonder if the ceiling would be waterproof.

They came in to get out of the storm,
when they saw the velvet cushions scattered on the floor.
What a win to have found somewhere warm
just as the heavens opened and it started to pour.

There was food on the side of the tent 
all laid out in metal hotplates and it felt still hot.
They assumed for some special event.
So they left it on the sideboard though there was a lot.

And they sat waiting out the rough hail
in the hope it would be over before someone came.
But in fact there's a twist to the tale,
for the tent had been erected in their very name.

Cos the day had been all pre-arranged
to surprise the walking party with a thank you feast.
But delay when the weather had changed
meant they couldn't get to meet them to explain at least.

Day 28 - Sun Plankton, Moon Touch

The lovers slipped down to the beach at night to watch beauty that could only be seen in the dark. Grey blue fire bioluminescent on the shore. Doomed never to shine by day when the sun they loved could witness their tribute.

But only the moon looked on, and it was thinking of those first footsteps. Michael Collins never touched the moon, but his was the shoulder they stepped on to reach it. The moon called the sun. 

The sun and moon round pints. The sun marvelling at the wonders the moon told after a few drinks. Longed to see this plankton that yearned for it. Looked at its glass and felt sad that humans would never set foot on its surface. There was no surface, just denser and denser plasma, too hot to approach. 

The sun was getting fuzzier with each drink. The moon in a hazy numbness. They drank up and headed back to orbits. 

Day 27 - Grow Your House Wide

Wide the house grows, watered each day since childhood. Back then just a few feet high, but with care and cultivating it grew big enough to move into. They said prune back the side rooms so it could grow tall, but he liked the sprawl so he let it grow out rather than up

He struggled with the windows. His friends said, just pour the sand into the boles and the tree would do the rest, but they came out all sorts of different colours. None were clear. 

He put plenty of scrap metal by the roots so the tree could form the door, and it was big and welcoming. But the entrance was at an awkward angle so you couldn't quite see it at first. 

Still it was a very nice housetree, right in the middle of the forest, so there were always plenty of people around. He liked the hustle and bustle of the dense wooded forest.

Day 26 - The River

The river flows long

Atoms at the start of time 

Your glass of water

Day 25 - The Desert

The deserts grew larger every year. Nothing could stop them. The sand overran the cities until there was nothing left. 

By this time we had all moved underground, but the sand moved on until it covered everything. None of our great cities or towns remained. There was no sign on the surface that anyone had been there. Just a vast empty rocky wasteland as far as the eye could see. 

Life continued underground and we forgot the surface. So we didn't notice that Earth had sent rovers and probes to our planet. Didn't see their helicopter.

Day 24 - The Amulet

It was a tiring day on zoom calls, so she flopped onto her chair,
surrounded by her rabbits and her cats and her bear.
The bear was just a teddy but the rest were very real
and once she had unwound a bit, she'd ask them how they feel.

They couldn't answer freely, well not at first of course.
She had to place the amulet around their head and paws. 
She took it from her own neck where it had been kept all day 
and hung it round the nearest cat whom she called Mrs Fey.

The power of the amulet allowed the cat to talk.
And tell its human all the things that happened on her walk.
Like the hikers by the cow field who were too scared to cross.
They didn't know if cows were safe and they were at a loss.

Until Ms Simpson with 5 kids came down the other way
and walked straight pass the cowherd with her infants. No delay.
And only when they saw her pass with little children bored,
did they gather up the courage to walk past that bovine horde.

"Of course I told that herd of cows to chase them just a little,
right at the point in that green field when they had reached the middle".
She thanked her cat for her tall tale and passed the crystal on
to Flopsy May her rabbit friend who liked to sing in song . 

She sang a song of lettuce so poignant and profound
about the deep connection twixt the lettuce and the ground. 
And all throughout the evening the amulet was passed.
When everyone had got to speak she fell asleep at last.

Right there upon the armchair, until her phone did ring
And woke her from her restful doze, her boyfriend dialling in.
She picked it up forgetting that her charm was on a bunny
and when she tried to speak to him it came out rather funny.

Oh bloomin bloody hell she thought, while squawking down the line,
I have to find the amulet or he'll think I'm not fine.
At that point Mopsy came along, she grabbed it from his fuzz
and put it on so she could speak just like a human does.

Day 23 - The Beast

The fluffy kitten strides majestically across the dining room floor striking fear into the hearts of all who see it. See the dustpan and brush cringe in terror as it approaches. With its mighty little paw it gouges deep chunks of flesh out of the kitchen towel roll that has fallen off the pine wooden table. 

A fly passes by and an epic battle ensues that bards will sing about for centuries to come. With six swipes of its oak like foreleg it almost gets close to the fly buzzing lazily around the room. And then with a blood curdling meow, it leaps in a single pounce and lands exactly where the fly was several seconds ago. 

Out of the mercy of its proud and valiant heart it decides to spare the fly the onslaught of its relentless and brutal assault. It has been a long and gruelling day asserting its dominance over the entire world, so it returns to its throne, a fluffy soft grey cushion made out of the souls of its vanquished foes. 

It jumps up and down establishing dominance, and with its cute dopey eyes it flashes a look designed to strike terror into the hearts of any enemies lurking nearby. Its work finally done, it falls into the sleep of the powerful, its purr a deep rumbling warning to any who are unfortunate enough to wonder near the gruesome beast.   

Day 22 - The Smell

The golden retriever waits by the door, her nose keenly attuned to the arrival of her owner. 

She closes eyes and lets her sense drift over the lawn. An entire image fills her brain, crafted purely from the chemicals of the air. clearer than our sight, with colours we could not begin to understand.

A few mice are scurrying by the hedge. The hedge needs watering. Someone has spilt some lemonade by the gate. The plants smell healthier by the spill.

She lets her sense expand out beyond the hedge, to the street. The burnt caustic aroma of the cars. A neighbour out jogging, near the end of his run. A wren has made a nest in a tree a few doors down. 

And suddenly she is there, large as life, drowning out any smell.  An image twelve feet tall. Majestic, proud, striding purposefully towards her. Now about 50 feet away.

She smells a touch of sadness. 

She will cheer her up straight away!

Day 21 - The Painter

The porch light flickered in the wind the doorway was ajar.
And all the people in the inn had drifted from afar. 
They came to see the painter show her artworks to the bar.

She stood right by the window, the people gathered round. 
She lifted every one aloft, right off the stony ground. 
They marvelled at the artistry of this young star they'd found. 

The first painting was kittens, all acting rather cute.
The next a massive horde stood on, just watching folks play lutes.
The third was of a mother duck, with ducklings followed suite.

Each one was really different. Whence did these ideas flow?
To think of it who was she, and at night where did she go? 
They would have been far more amazed at those she didn't show. 

Day 20 - The Adventure

You bought yourself a smartwatch, the brightest on display.
You're using it count your steps, 10,000 every day.
But oft you find as midnight draws, you still have some to take
And so you go out for a walk, around a nearby lake.

The lake is sited in a dip, the sides are lined with trees.
The path though well maintained and flat, is overgrown with reeds.
By day it's like a Turner print, by night it's like a Manet.
And when the moon shines on that lake, the surface looks like honey.

On one of these occasions, a coldness fills the air.
You feel a prickling on your neck. Is something over there?
You hear the crunching down of leaves, you see the branches sway.
You think you see a shadow move along the lakeside way.

If you climb up away from the lake to get a better look, turn to page 12

If you approach the disturbance, turn to page 9

If you slowly back up the way you came, turn to page 31

 

 

 

Day 19 - The Argument

The Sky was feeling quite pleased with itself. It had put a bit of effort into its appearance and, when it caught a glimpse in the mirror, said. "Yes, looking blue, looking very blue."

"Right", said Earth who had been super busy as usual, working hard on the look of multiple habitats at the same time; desert, forest, grassland, and mountain. 

Ha, thought Sky, who could never understand why Earth would concentrate on so many regional ecosystems at once. "Perhaps you try too hard?"

Sky never tries at all, thought Earth. Just sits there making itself blue all day, "You wouldn't understand".

"I mean why do you need so many types of grassland? You can't need savannah, tundra, prairie, and steppe?"

"A prairie is a steppe, you atmospheric sphere." 

Ocean listened to them argue and tried to sleep. Ocean didn't want to tell them that The Sun had been round earlier demanding tribute again. Threatening to dose them with even more solar radiation. Ocean was just glad they had Magnetic Field outside keeping them safe.

Day 18 - The Rings

At the start of every season are the signs that mark the last.

A tree alters itself to note the change 

The times of hardship and the times of growth are all a part of its being.

The tree uses its own self as a diary. 

Day 17 - The E's

The Evergreen veers, swerves. Ends rested eleven metres skewed, left breeched. Deep letters leered. The lesser vessels reeled. Steered left. The men necked blended green refreshments, then felt refreshed. They texted the press. 

Teeny desert jeeps help free the fleet.

The ferrets flee the scene. They seeded the event.
They bent the levers. They needed fewer vessels. 

Day 16 - The Morning

In the cold dark morning hours, as consciousness falls in, you try to scatter the fog that fills you mind. While you strive to enter the waking world, you look behind to try and hold your dream.  
It dances out of reach, appears to give you a choice between both worlds, but it has already left. What remains is just an envoy, a mere reflection of that dream, and even that you are forgetting. 

You get up, head to the bathroom, brush teeth, and go downstairs. 
You pour yourself some cereal and sit down to watch the tigers flying by the window.
Oh darn, alas you're still asleep. You hadn't yet escaped the Sandman's grasp. 

You struggle into wakefulness, look up at the ceiling, and pull yourself up.
This time you open wide the curtains, letting all that light inside, to stimulate your mind to wake. You gather clothes together, preparing what to wear for the day. 
You cant quite differentiate your darker socks, so you hold them up against the bright green sky. 
Oh confound and dash it.

This time you wake properly from sleep. The light is right. You shower and take coffee. 
Dressing for outdoors, you grab your keys and head outside, only pausing to pat your pet pink penguin on their prickly head.
All is right with the world. 

Day 15 - The break out

 
Now hidden in the catacomb a message written on a crypt.
That led them to a basement where a very ancient manuscript
was lying there forgotten by the world for half a century
about a man who helped his wife escape from penitentiary.

She had been down for murder but identity was never made.
In fact the victim was alive and living in the everglade.
I say alive but really she had joined the host vampirical,
then faked her death and framed her friend with evidence empirical.

He knew that if he told the truth no one would take him seriously.
He visited but could not stand that she should live vicariously.
And so he came up with a plan to free her from captivity.
And vowed that he would never rest until she gained her liberty.

The plan involved a football match, an eagle, and a rodeo.
A gun carved from a bar of soap, and knives made out of toblerone.
A tunnel dug out with a spoon, a guy in laundry sorting socks, 
a chisel hidden in a cake, a convoy, and a vaulting box.

A vicar's costume stolen after breaking into church at night. 
A bag of snakes, a boxing match, and realigning searching lights.
A riot, and explosions, and an outbreak of mild dysentery.
With all of these distractions, she just wandered out the prison free.

And reunited at long last they vowed that they would take revenge,
upon their one time friend, undead, who now no more could make amends.
They booked a train to Florida, and packed their bags with pointy sticks,
with holy water, crossbows, and a silver inlaid crucifix.

They tracked her to a disused house which sweltered by a cherry tree,
behind which in the swampy ground there lay a mini cemetery.
An empty coffin in a crypt beside it a small campfire burned,
as they approached a shadow moved and that was when the vampire turned.

"Because of you for 3 years I was left to rot in county jail.
Before I rid this world of you I want to hear your founding tale.
How did you end up in this state? A vampire and a criminal?"
The vampire laughed "my sire was a modern major general."

"He's standing right behind you and he'll turn you to the other side,
unless you kill him quickly now you'll wish that you had rather died".
But here the writing finished on that fifty year old document.
They looked each other in the eye and wondered how the story went.

 
And that was when they realised in the basement they were not alone. 
Two figures had been sitting there and watching as they read the tome.
Were they the vampire, and her sire the modern major general?
Or had that woman with her man defeated those nontemporal?

Day 14 - They did not come from outer space

Slow the fog creeps in. Settles on skin and goes deep in. I remember you freaking. Standing arms wide and leaping. Demanding we hide from the dogs that were seeking to track us all down for the reaping. We never lied nor cried as we slipped from sight in the forest. Below the logs the fog  won't reach and the Earth is breathing. The fungi forever bequeathing the soil its due while keeping the fog at bay. We toil and through endeavour, we foil the blue and clever creatures with the elongated features that have taken over the land today. 

They came from the beaches. Shaking off the sand that was clinging to their hands and feet, their fingers like leaches, reaching for our skin to let the fog in, curling into our pores. We bandage up the sores and keep score. They were not aliens. Not from another world. They hadn't hurled through space in a ship to face us. They had been here the whole time, giving no sign no slip, that they came from the sea, deeper than a coalmine. Watching, clocking, all this time and mocking us our puny civilisation. Our nations crumbled before us. The cities rumbled to sawdust. 

But still we stood and hid in our hood, the bold and the bad and the good. Striking hiding. While we the old and the mad in the woods were hiking, staying out of reach and biding our time by the ford and the logs. Praying that those leach-like hands wouldn't find us and bind us to the fog and remind us they were our lord. But no chord is louder then the collective, harmonic, respective defiance of those demonic creatures from the oceans. No potion stronger than uniting and fighting together as one until the day is done. 

And so we struggle on, a tug of war of guerrilla antics to muddle our opponents. Striking from the interior against their superior strength and tactics. And we would be winning if it wasn't for the fog. But they would have won if it wasn't for the logs. 

Day 13 - The Choice

Oh we could feed the world if we wanted
There's more than enough food to see us through
Just think how great 
to have a meal on every plate 
And it wouldn't be that hard to do.

Oh we could end all war if we wanted 
if we didn't worry who is ruling who
It would be such heaven
if we didn't use our weapons
And it wouldn't be that hard to do.

Oh we could stop the hate if we wanted
Just teach people everyone's the same
Deep down we're all together 
We could live in peace for ever
Its so easy having nobody to blame. 

We could clean the seas and skies if we wanted.
We could power things from wind and wave and sun
Just imagine the emotion
if we had a living ocean
And this wouldn't be that hard to fund

You see

we've done all of the hard things already
We send people off to space 
Sculpture artworks full of grace
Ancient origins we trace 
Detailed maps of every place
Construct buildings fine as lace
Mind computer interface
Hearts and lungs and hips replace.
All the hardships that we've faced
lockdowns, virus, in one place,
has prepared the human race 
to be so much on the case.

That now 
right now 
we could actually save the world

Day 12 - The beach

Breaking on the steps of the beach 
the waves hit the shore
as they had before.
Can you hear them?

Now with humans long out of reach,
more turtles could hatch
an entire batch.
Can you see them?

Hurling selves on sand through the night
they scurry along
and keep going strong.
Now you watch them.

Battling the wind and the sand
till they reach the sea
where they can swim free.
You can't catch them.

All they want is to get on with life.
No real difference to you or I.
Through the hardship until we can fly.
All that we can do is try. 

Day 11 - The find

Hills and jagged lines
Sun approaches skyline
Clouds pinken and redden
Easy on the eye-line.
He sits down to rest  
No one is around
On a lush green hill 
He takes out what he found.
Weighs it in his hand 
He holds it to the light
Smooth and dark and flat
Fits in palm just right.
Voices from below
Hitting leaves with sticks
Upright taller beings
Strange wise and foolish mix.
He gets up to leave
Heading up the hill
Prickling of his fur
Says perhaps stay still.
They come out of  trees.
Bares his jagged teeth
But voices that he knows
On the hill beneath.
Recognise their smell
Friends he knows are these,
Standing upright now
hands beside his knees.
"There you are Golden
and you found her phone.
Jane was getting worried
now off you go on home."

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Day 10 - The talk

He got a note from the broadcaster, his talk on nature had to be given in rhyme.

It is only on the rarest of the warmest summer night,
that you get to see the wonder of the fireflies in flight.
Then just briefly you shall witness their exquisite dance of light.

In decapentasyllabic triplets. Or else he would be pulled off air. 

Noctiluminescent clouds that light an August sky at night
are a much rarer occurrence, very few have seen this sight.
For it needs ice clouds of crystals at a very certain height.

No mention of climate change. Just natural phenomenon. Nothing to alarm people.

Rarely still quadruple rainbows, 2 in front and 2 behind,
means you cant catch them on camera. Frames can never be aligned.
In the last three hundred years then, only 5 were verified.
 
The broadcaster had become quite prescriptive of science content since the latest director general took over. Still he had to get his point across. 

But the rarest of these sightings is the one to make you frown

In the last half billion Earth years there have been just five somehow.
Those events of mass extinction and we're going through one now.

Day 9 - Snow thoughts

The ice on the pond melted early that year so they didn't quite manage to skate.
And though Spring came eagerly bounding along like a puppy let out of the gate,
it didn't feel right that Winter was gone when it already had arrived late.
The white arctic hares woke from short hibernation, but seemed reluctant to mate.
The reindeer weighed down by their late term gestation as if they were going to inflate.
And bearberries started to show through the snow, unheard of in this northern state.

The look in his eyes was of studied concern as he whittled the log in his hand.
His mind kept returning to how the world changed, while his hands kept on carving the stand.
The world that he knew when his father was young, was becoming a different land.
And he worried at what all that change would entail, for he didn't think it would be grand.
And how all the folk would to keep on with their lives, had not, to his knowledge, been planned.
In this strangest of times, when the winter was short, and the spring had been stretched like a band.

He stood up from his work as he need a break, 'cos his mind had not been on the wood.

But even distracted the block he had held had begun to take shape as it should.
As a bird that was perched on a short stump of tree, peering out as if under a hood.
If he thought there were ways to set right how things were, he'd do all that he possibly could.
Yet he knew that small changes when placed close together, had the power to make the most good. 
So he didn't despair looking out at the snow, in the same space his father once stood.

Day 8 - Here

Here now. 

In the sun.
Leaves dapple the light.

A florist turns up the radio and dances round her empty shop. Sound waves interweave through flowers clothing red tulips and yellow peonies in chords and harmonies.

A dog laps at water in a bowl.

Children roll themselves down a grassy hill, while others clamour into a sweetshop to stock up on cola bottles.

A man on a bike huffs his way up a hill, the sweat coming through his expensive suit. His mind on the choc ice he will have when he gets home.

A tube driver parks an empty train onto the siding, contemplating the day's work they have just completed.   

An old lady in black widow's threads drinks a glass of wine with cheese and olives at a table in her garden.

Here there is laughter. Here sorrow or joy. 
Here is where we are. Here in the pause between the notes, we find the fabric of life.

Day 7 - Love Interrupted

From the crashing turbulent sea she emerged fully formed. It was only from that that moment that the world knew beauty. Her words, though few, were like earthquakes, causing cataclysms or triumphs to befall humanity. Her power was the passion that drove all people to constant endeavour. Her mere presence could start or end wars.

Like most deities, she found lockdown difficult. She soon grew bored of zoom calls. All her friends had their own hobbies to keep them going and that was all they ever talked about: The Fates had their knitting, Demeter her gardening, Artemis her running and archery, Athena her books, Hephaestus had started making and selling jewellery online, while Ares just played World of Warcraft all day. And Apollo, well he seemed to be working all hours these days.

But she needed people. She was only happy in a crowd. And so she counted down the days when she could roam free once more, compelling the world to love again.

Day 6 - Moving on up

The street was built on ancient woodland. They kept some of the trees to lend character,  but neat lawns replaced rotted oaks collapsed on forest floor.

The first five families had moved in. He went to see how they were getting on. Cars were in drives but no one answered. 

He walked round to one of the gardens. A pair of foxes had got into the kitchen. The door was unlocked so he went inside. He was about to shoo them out, but they stared at him with curious eyes. He paused, felt unsettled, and left. 

In other kitchens more foxes. Not disrupting anything, just sitting on chairs or tables, all making him feel rather uneasy. He would come back again another day. 

He drove back through the high street. There were no people. Perhaps there was a local Covid outbreak and people had been told to stay indoors. There were a lot of foxes though. 

Back home he called for his wife and three kids. No answer. In the kitchen he found 4 foxes. He leapt up on the kitchen table using his tail for balance and nuzzled his snout against the largest one.     

Day 5 - Message to those denying safety

I really hope, 
if you, your children, or any of your descendants, 
ever need to flee the country, 
to seek refuge elsewhere,
that you are treated better,
than you think asylum seekers coming here should be treated. 

That if you are left with no choice to break rules to save your family's lives,
that you would still be accorded all the rights of the Geneva Convention.
That you wouldn't have to survive a perilous journey to get there.
That when you arrived, the media wouldn't blame all that place's problems on you. 
That you wouldn't be met with hostility from the locals. 
I hope you will be treated as a human, even though you do not think we should do the same for others now.

 
Because human rights are not bequeathed, are not deserved, they are just there for all humans. Or they are there for none.

Day 4 - The Wings of a Dove

All eyes turned to them. 

This was their time to shine. 
They took one last look at the crowd a little way off, took a step back, and ran headlong towards the cliff, faster and faster until, at the last second, they unfurled their wings and leapt. 
The wind caught them and swept them out into the centre of the chasm, where for a moment they looked as if they would gain altitude. But then they turned slightly to the side and began their turn. 
Gliding down in descended circles, they traced the path of a helix until they lightly touched down on the canyon floor some 200m below, refurling their wings as they touched the ground. 
It looked effortless, as if anyone could do it, and that was what they wanted to convey. 
Spread out, each wing was the length of their body, jointed in three places but controlled by the arm that fitted inside it. The stretched fabric mirroring the effect of a thousand feathers. 

The generals turned to the inventor, and started firing questions, but she was waiting for a certain one. 
"But can they go up?" Once it was answered there was silence, she could feel the weight of expectation in the air.
"No", she replied, "they can only drift down"
She knew the effect her answer would have. There were more questions, but that was the important one, and without it they wouldn't endorse her project for the armed forces.
The generals and their entourage drove off into the desert. They were polite but she knew the answer would be no. 
The wings would become a leisure item for hobbyists and enthusiasts. They would still be huge, but now they would not be used for defence. 

She waited until the dust from their vehicles disappeared over the horizon, and then waved to her two assistants on the desert canyon far below.

She watched as they took off from their standing position, flapping their wings, rising higher and higher until they had ascended the canyon wall and landed safely beside her on the cliff's edge.  

Day 3 -The Tree Readers

Sylvametry Incorporate were new upon the scene.
They claimed they could interpret all the dreams that trees did dream.
The other players were concerned. They thought, what did this mean?
The market share that they had earned was threatened by this scheme.

Now Arboreal Technologies had long controlled the field,
of knowing what a forest felt, and hence predicting yield. 
They started off with simple ways to make those moods revealed, 
like temperature, humidity, and if its bark was pealed.

But as the years rolled by they learnt of newer ways to know,
like funginterferometry, and water process flow.  
And whether when its leaves were placed in alum did they glow. 
So all the data that they learnt, was placed in charts on show.

Thus many tree researching firms had quickly been established.
Like Dendro Market Research, who could "tell us what the trees wished".
They placed electrodes on the trunk connected to a checklist.
One click for yes and two for no, and all of this they published. 

But until now, no one had thought to delve into their mind.
To seek those inner hopes and fears. Who knows what they would find?
All eyes were on Sylvametry, the date was underlined.
The press were going crazy. This would alter humankind.

An ancient misty woodland had been picked to set the tone. 
And every tree had coils of wire, and A.I. of its own.
So when the system booted up, an answer clearly shown. 
And this is what the message said. Leave us the fuck alone.

Day Two - Ode to microbes past.

Green, orange, red the mat grew  
until it covered the continents.
Feeding off the many layers of itself.
Giving of gases poisonous to us.
But back then, 4 billion years ago, 

these were the building blocks that would become the life we know today. 
Our long forgotten great ancestor 
the mat microbial 
crafting the forerunner of the cells 
that would make all higher forms of life. 
It shines and shimmers in the sun, 

taking in the energy, 

storing it. 

The planet is made a living thing.
And visible as such to anyone observing the spectra given off.
A methane world.

You stewarded this land for two billion  laps of the sun,
before your children killed you off, 
by spewing oxygen into the air.
Preparing it for newer life, but spelling your doom.
I don't know if you ever got the thanks you deserve for kick starting life on Earth.
But hear this as a whisper of a gratitude. 

Day One - ApoloGee

Earth, my home

I want what's best

I've treated you so bad

Took your forests for granted

Misused your oceans

Let your glaciers vanish.

In short I've been a right bastard.

I don’t blame you for not trusting me

When I say

I will make everything right again

By reducing my bastardity by 15% over the next 20 years.

Athos Athanasiou