Our world is our childrens future

I bought my grandson a box of paints,
and a massive drawing pad,
His eues devoured the colours,
his childhood never had.

How could his birds soar in sky so blue,
with clouds so pure and white;
His flowers dance in shades of green,
and know to keep black for night.

When the brush stops I watch him,
as he climbs upon a chair,
"please granny " he asks and points,
can I put my picture there?

He pulls back the curtains,
puts his painting against the glass:
does this really look like  grandpa told,
and like they teach in Class?

Yes it really was that perfect,
I wish you could of seen,
"my teacher said that it might be still,
if everyone had gone green".

A tear ran down my wrinkly cheek,
"I think she might be right",
I`m not sure granny he chuckled,
green would make you look a sight!

I awoke to the sound of the alrm clock,
with the sadness of what might be,
if we didn`t start recycling, but first
things first, a nice cup of green tea.