When Is Now
by Daphne Marie L. Siega

When I look back on my younger years
We spent the afternoons climbing trees,
Chasing grasshoppers and dragonflies,
Lying on the grass looking at the skies.

When those memories were passing by,
Rivers have started running dry.
Butterflies and bees, we rarely see fly
Mother Nature began to cry.

When will we end exploiting our resources?
When will we stop living in excess?
When will we begin taking the right action?
When will we start being the solution?