Envirn Gone Mental 🪴

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                      Today I was walking
I was walking only because I had read that a little nature could help my mental health.
      I walked at a slow pace, head down to hide my face.
     My feet beat down on pebbles, and debris along the street.
       I thought to myself "how is walking down these concrete blocks...cluttered with garbage, and matted with waste...going to help me deface my problems?"
        Nature is supposed to feel happy, feel healthy...
         At least that's what the website said.
       I continued to walk, but The blocks began to feel lengthy.
        "Why am I out here...why even try?"
      The air I took in began to feel dry, as if the oxygen had been replaced with chemicals.
        I stop and I set on a bus stop for some relief, maybe my breaths would be more brief.
        As I stared blank into the distance, I had seen a pigeon.
        As a kid I had love to see them, but this time the bird looked flightless, and helpless.
       I looked a little closer and I had notice a piece of plastic bound around it's body.
       I had always read about how plastic, and pollutants had interfered with animals...
      But I had never took it into consideration.I was in disbelief.
     It was setting there helpless on the other side of the street.
       Many walked passed it and didn't pay not one mind to the poor little creature
  "such mistreatment" I had thought
       I fought my way through the cars, and through the crowed.
        I unwrapped the evil source and the bird stretched, as if it had been waiting for that moment for centuries.
      It hopped around and started prancing , as if it were dancing with happiness
     I smiled, and I felt my heart warm itself
    As it took off in flight I knew it was free at last.
     I began to think...
                "But what if it wasn't!?"
                     "What if it happens again!"
                        "Will someone else help it?"
      I stood still in the crowed.
    The air I breathe...
          The ground I walk on...
               The animals I love to see...
                   Are being destroyed, polluted, harmed.
How can I stop it. How can I make my environment
           happy again.
                Healthy again.
There is a way...
         Help make change,
                                         Today.

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