Our Planet is Plastic

The forest spread far and wide. The tops of the tallest trees reached, green fingers stretched upwards as if to brush them against the sun, a place forever forbidden their presence. Despite how deep and firm their roots were buried into the ground, providing the tree's stability, they still swayed ever so slightly. In the dappled light that had managed to find its way past the canopy of branches overhead, were a few items that were out of place. Plastic packaging. A pair of feet, the fact said feet had no toes hidden inside the safety of their mismatching socks and worn boots, approached one of the more noticeable pieces of litter, coming to an abrupt halt beside one. It was a chip packet, a sparse few crumbs remaining trapped in its folds.

This creature had a cloak loosely wrapped around its short body and the hood concealed their bald head. Yet there was one thing this did not hide, and that was something the creature was lacking. It had no mouth. And yet, one could still communicate with them through a rare connection to everyone's thoughts. As more plastic began to appear around the roots of the trees, crinkling beneath the creature's boots as they began to walk once again, they wished so very desperately that the humans who inhabited this planet were around his location so he could express just what was to come to them through their minds.

His destination was a human city, the most magnificent of places, full of beauty and their own creations. It was hidden inside the leaves of a brilliantly tall tree. Their branches spread far and wide, supporting the place, and giving the humans power. Perhaps, if the creature could make it to that city in time, maybe they could give up their dream of this poisonous, plastic dream before their planet couldn't take it anymore. Yes, there was still hope left. With that in mind, the odd creature continued walking, the energy that is determination spurring it on. Faster, faster! It knew that one second stopped to rest, one wrong turn, anything, would see the Earth's last chance slipping through the creature's thin, blue-grey fingers. They couldn't see that happen. They must not fail. It didn't know if the chance was still in their grasp, but they would keep going anyway. The amount of plastic beneath their feet grew and spread. The world continued to spin, the seasons progressed and changed, time marched on.

A break in the trees appeared up ahead, yet it was not a meadow, a natural clearing. The odd tree stump remained where there was once a tree and in the middle was the tall one with the human city the creature was travelling to. Plastic was at its roots, sticking to the trunk. Then, as the creature stepped into the clearing, it collapsed. It was completely smothered and drained of energy. And so, the tree withered away into dust, nothing but plastic in its wake.