22 July 2012
The lorax sadly glances at the Once-Ler before lifting himself by the seat of his pants and dissapearing through a hole in the smog. On the spot where the lorax last stood, sits a small pile of rocks, with a word carved into one: "Unless"
Just a faraway word, just a faraway thought... A thought about something that everyone ought, a thought about something... That somebody.. Ought.
Unless somebody like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing's going to get better. Its not.
Yes we all have the potential to be like the lorax, to speak for the trees, which they seem to be chopping as fast as they please...
We should all speak for the trees, for they have no tongues, I am asking you all, at the top of my lungs, keep the world clean as can be, keep the grass green and the ponds wet, the clouds clean and the songs of birds ringing out in space.
Because one morning we all came to this glorious place and we happily live and play in the shade of the beautiful trees and eat their tasty fruits.
Unless.... • Opuss № I