Dear Trees,

I've been looking out my window for quite some time now and all I see is fog. Or smog. I do not know which.

I shiver to think of what might happen to the your leaves, naked and hungry, begging the dirty air for some magic that helps it in its photosynthesis.

I have been thinking for quite some time now that I want to make a change. Be a change. Be someone's hero, someone's lifesaver. Be someone's poetry, be someone's role model. Leave my own mark on the world, like Augustus Waters wanted to leave from The Fault In Our Stars.

It took Peter Van Houten to say, "The marks humans leave, are often scars." I understand this now.

I have had nightmares now on how I had no idea I was filling up your landfills and dirtying your waters, without having the right to do so. I do not want my mark to be a plastic bottle floating in your graceful oceans, only to be swallowed by another innocent fish. I do not want my mark to be a plastic bag choking your beautiful roots. I do not want my mark to be a chemical, stealing your air, your water. Ultimately, I know I will be killing my own self.

I know I am a criminal that, that I am hidden in million others. But if I know this, I also know, I have the power to change this crime, to tell others around me. I want my mark to be the fact that I have left no mark. I have created no waste, everything I have used has either returned to the soil or to someone else, or someplace it will be used again.

I will speak for you. I will help you grow.
Yours, earthly.

VANI.