The trees won’t grow back when the origin of them can’t be traced anymore.
The soil is too dry, it’s 60 degrees in November and the smog blinds me.
The seeds that are in the ground are dying, there will be no more sunlight to fruitfully help them to bloom into a representation of love within this world.
I don’t understand how you can see the shift in the world, and ignore taking care of a place that was here before you, and that will be left behind when you are dust.
You’ve been rewarded with so many things in this lifetime, and you choose to not give back.
I hope your coffee is always bitter…
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Alyssa Ladewski is a poet, band director, and environmental traveler based in Chicago. With a deep love for forests and a fierce concern for the planet’s future, she blends artistic expression with advocacy for the natural world. When she’s not teaching or writing, she’s journeying through city streets and wooded trails alike seeking out quiet cafés, meaningful conversations, and stories rooted in place and purpose.
