I sit in my hospital room and look out of the window, unto the city that once never slept,
and I watch the cars pass through the grey, dimly lit streets. My health is fading and my time is long since borrowed. My eyes stare at nurses staring off into a world full of Earthly pleasures as the patient's next to them pass on away from the planet so consumed of sin. 
I was only a child when I saw the last polar bear die, and the last tree cut down in the Amazon.
The world thought it was making progress when only it was destroying itself.
They walk outside my window, they walk around the city, through the grey smog.
The cars pass by them daily, sad to be used by them.
They drive past them, the rusty old chrome behemoths rattle along, as they watch from the sidewalks, pondering their life, trying to change it.
The sun shines onto them, only for them to vanish back into the darkness from which they came.
Life would carry on as usual without them, the heart of the universe wouldn’t even skip a beat if they were gone forever. Yet they are it’s center.
The cars pass by them daily, their colors blur with the grey world around them.
Many petition to save the planet, while they all smoke their lives away.
Many claim to go green, only to throw their trash into the streets.
The grey smoky eyes of the sky stare down on them, awaiting their final move, in which they will finally devastate the world for only darkness to reign in their place.
Vague shades of green stand out amongst the greyness, like a lone star shines in the darkest night, offering a small glimpse of hope.
Hope that the planet is not full of ash and consumed by the cold greyness.
Hope that they are not doomed to an eternity of sorrow and emptiness.
Hope for the lost creatures that God once blessed with the world they now have nearly exhausted. As if they were a slave master, beating a helpless slave into line.
Beating the planet until it gives in to the greedy hearts and minds of the predators.
Those creatures are us, trying to find a way to put our permanent mark on the planet.
We never were pleased with our success until we destroyed the land on which our crops once grew. We never stopped until we damned every river, and killed every fish that once swam in them.
I saw freedom once, taken away by the greed of the predators. My voice forever silenced when I spoke against them, and in turn, stole all that life had to offer both me and to the world.
Man demonstrated its power in doing the only thing we ever did good in the first place, destroy all things with life. The men of the world feed off of other men, and sip from the cup of life with only their words, as their hearts are much too hardened to experience love.
We are the predators, the predators that the world carries on its back, waiting for us to finally relieve it and give it rest.
We are the predators, and it is up to us.

The cars pass by them daily, in our control.
Our control that we could use to live a life of adventure, but instead drive the same route every day, and wear the same clothes every day.
Go to jobs that we hate, only to embrace them as our unfortunate destiny.
Our control that could give the grey it’s green back once more.
The control that could help us save the world.
As I leave this earth soon with the taste of death on my soul, I wonder to myself, will they ever find peace?
Will the extinct animals of the Amazon ever return?
Will my children’s children ever look up and see blue skies and white clouds as I once did?
How will it end for the good remaining few still left in this wasted land?
Will the predators of the world save or destroy as they have done with their brethren?
Was I truly just a spec floating through space? Could I have helped the world any more than I already tried? As just an innocent preacher from a small Maine town, I’ll never know.
As I leave the planet, as I rise from my earthly body, as I look down unto the earth from the heavens, I see the world for what it is, covered with grey, almost completely absent of green.
The oceans, brown with muck and oil. The great sweeping plains of North Dakota, gone forever. The sweet little town that I was raised in, left to decay in the grey. The  Great Barrier reef of australia, red with Mercury and arsenic rather than blue and green with life.
For a person who never felt right in the world I was born into, I have trouble leaving it the way it is.
The predators are in control, it is only up to them.
God is only with me now, and he knows when the end is to come for them. Their small existence filled with Earthly pleasures and greed will lead them away from his truth and light. His green that he once filled the Earth with to inhabit along with us. I pray that we are not doomed, I pray that it is not the end.
He knows what the end means for them, I hope they listen to his truth.