You have my word.

Slowly,
as the plastic engulfs my planet
as fossil fuels corrode my forests
as progress sends us into regression

as humanity sentences itself to death

I take on the responsibility

to nurture the gardens

where hope grows

and love blossoms

from the depths of my our soul

a seed will sprout

when everything seems lost

it will hold it's leaves high

and fight the mighty war

until spring comes again

and the flowers bloom

inviting us all
to come back home. 

You can hold me to it. I give you my word.