One year, two years, a hundred years.

Full of plastic on the floor,

Of gas in the air,

Of packaging in the grass.

The previous generations,

The future generations.

What an ordeal,

To know what lies ahead!

Ten degrees warmer

Twenty degrees warmer

Fifty degrees warmer

We’ll burn, and burn and

We’ll perhaps die early.

The Sun, the Sun…

He will be mad,

He will explode

By seeing what he is being put through.

We’ll burn, burn, burn!

Like the grass,

Turning from green to yellow,

From yellow to black.

They had warned us!

That Nature is the most powerful.

But now our deep Nature is just…

Just dominated by Monsters now.

How monstrous Humans can be!!!

The next fifty years

Will be corrupted

By the force of our nature.

Our deep Nature trying to

Regain her rights.