I hope when my children grow up,

there are many books.

I hope they are all filled with pictures and details of the life that used to be.

I hope the books include the polar bears, I hope the books include the corals,

I hope the books include us.

Not to say that we all disappeared, but that our inspirations did.

I hope the books are able to capture the vibrant colors of the various flowers that Spring once sprung. 

I hope the books are able to capture the chirping of a bird's conversation. 

I hope the books are able to wake us up.

We used to live in a beautiful and lively planet. 

Now we're at each other's throats for the wrong kind of green. 

The green that we rarely find in our pockets.

The green that doesn't bode well for the trees it's killing.

The green that defines who we all are now rather than who we used to be.

As kids, we rolled in the right shades of green.

We rolled in our adventurous lawns, we fingerpainted with green paints, we threw leaves instead of confetti.

The Earth was a celeration and we didn't know it then,

but we have taken so much advantage of it.

Our lawns are brown due to droughts, kids only tap away on their electronics, and we throw all our money away.

I hope the books are enough for my children.