What if all the colours faded away,
From the face of the Earth?
What if all the leaves shed,
From all the plants and trees?
What if the birds stopped singing,
Each morning when I woke up?
What if the oceans and the rivers dried out,
In a matter of years?
What if the soil turned dry,
On all of the land we know?
What if the air we breathe,
Turned all into smoke?
What if all the sounds we heard,
Were screeching of horns and screaming of living beings?
Will that be the day we realise
That there is no other place to call home
That there is no other air to breathe, no more water to drink
Will that be the day we pray
For the sun to shine again
For the flowers to bloom again
Will that day be the day our ears yearn
To hear the singing of birds
To hear the waves striking the shore
Will that be the day the silence of nature
Will that be the day our hearts will ache
To see the green leaves again
To breathe fresh air again
Will that be the day when we won’t have an answer
To the tears in our children’s eyes
To the questions they ask us
Will that be the day all of us realise,
What have we done?