My waters are polluted,

All my treasures have been looted,

Plastics and trash are everywhere,

They capture my fish with a snare,

The birds and turtles mistake plastic for food,

My oceans are dying, I must conclude.

Acid rain and chemicals kill the corals,

Yet all they do is quarrel.

No fish, no ice, nothing left for the polar bears,

Yet nothing is offered but tears.

Neither is my land left untouched,

Full of landfills and chemicals, crushed,

The other planets jeer and mock me,

“Why do you harbor life? Be free like us, can’t you see?”

The same questions I asked myself,

Yet my reason I shall give shall speak for itself,

I offered a home to animals, plants, and humans too,

With hope they can make the universe better for all- me and you.

Yet when humans hurt other life and my oceans,

Sadness, anger, fear- come out all my emotions.

Each piece of litter gives a heartache.

Yet some acts I witnessed stopped the heartbreak,

Activists tried to protect me,

They pick up litter and plastic from my sea,

Others march for change,

Demanding that animals and nature be saved,

Yet what touched me the most,

Was people who picked up trash one by one, near the coast.

Even though their contributions seem small,

To me, it is the biggest of them all.

I realize that being a planet full of life is quite rough,

But having others to help makes the journey less tough,

Never doubt someone’s contribution however small,

We can save my oceans and land one by one, that's all.

Yes, this poem was written by your planet Earth,

I am alive too, and with words, I have no dearth.