Dear People of The Future

            Dear people of the future:

           

            Forgive us.

            Forgive us for draining the earth dry of its oil, sucking out the gasses, drawing all the precious minerals, leaving gaping holes filled with our sordid waste.
            Forgive us for piling the oceans with our plastic and poison; and annihilating all the fish.

            Forgive us for taking all the beautiful trees, we did plant some more, but we took them too.

            Forgive us for filling the air with toxins, for filling the earth with toxins and for filling our bodies with toxins; you are surely still paying.

            Forgive us for trying to play God with the flora and fauna. How many legs do chickens have now? Are cows just walking udders? Does corn grow storeys high? Is the grass still green? We killed so many species, yet tried to create more.

            Forgive us for being more interested in how we looked instead of how we felt.

            Forgive us for exploring the new frontier of space, before we fully understood our own vast front yard and deepest oceans.

            But most of all, forgive us for leaving you the job of cleaning up our mess

            We're sorry.