No,
we are dying from the World
our mother Earth
is sorry
forests begin to follow us
and promise to be with us
in the last morning.

Oceans can’t sing songs any more
they are crying plastic tears
instead.

Whales are silent.

Atomic rain is
washing our surprised faces
saying: you are so beautiful
do you feel my sorrow!

Polluted food is so tasty,
crunchy and juicy.

The air
makes me breathe
twice a week..

Love convinces us:
the future is yours
and your children
believe me.
What future and where?

I begin to examine my legs.
Can I run fast enough?

One question remains:
where should we run or go?

May your Gods bless you
no matter who and where you are!