The Age of Plastics

In ages past, the Earth was pure,

Her landscapes pristine, her waters sure,

But man's progress forged a path unclear,

A destiny entwined with plastic veneer.

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Born from marvels, a synthetic birth,

Plastics emerged upon the Earth,

A boon to science, a gift to all,

Yet darkness lurked within their thrall.

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Single-use wonders, a convenience grand,

But discarded thoughtlessly on every strand,

They wandered free, these polymers bright,

Unknowing of the everlasting blight.

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Oceans wept, their currents sighed,

As plastic islands formed with the tide,

Turtles weaved through plastic seas,

Their ancient homes now torn with ease.

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Mountains of waste, an eternal heap,

Grew tall and wide, a scar so deep,

The creatures of land, air, and sea,

Bound by chains of manmade debris.

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But in this tale of sorrow and despair,

Hope arose from hearts aware,

A call for change, a global voice,

To make a difference, to make a choice.

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Innovations sparked, solutions found,

To mend the wounds and heal the ground,

Recycling, reusing, a cleaner creed,

To protect the Earth in her hour of need.