I promise to walk. I promise to enjoy nature and share that love with everyone around me. I promise to donate to rainforests and wildlife. I promise to start a garden. I promise to become a beekeeper. I promise to protect the bees. I promise.
To my dearest Gabriel,
What gives me hope is what is yet to come, what you will experience in your lifetime.
Dear Jamie and Jason,
My inspiration was the two of you. It started with thinking about the world you were inheriting and what your future was going to be like. But then you taught me how important it is to listen to you – to listen to young people.
To My Future Children,
I hope by 2050, our society has taken initiative to be producing energy solely through renewable sources.
Dear Tomorrow,
It wasn’t about Him, it was about Us. And this isn’t about Me, it’s about You. And it won’t be about You, it will be about Them.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to not waste food and eat locally grown food.
To all the people here on earth,
Who knows what the future would look like? or what will happened in the future? No one knows right? That’s why it it’s scary because we don’t know what lies ahead. We couldn’t stop the future but we can always change it.
My future husband,
I want us to read this in future time and remember all the senses and views we witnessed.
Dear ACS, LG, CM, MCD, AH, MS, AS, GL, and ERD,
I commit to demanding that politicians that want my vote, my time, my substantial help and expertise are people who seek to address climate change seriously and talk about it boldly.
Dear Sinchi,
The world is changing and it is happening fast.
Dear future Michelle,
As consumers, it is our duty to protest and force companies to be greener and avoid environmental damage, whether they are from the food industry or from any other production industry. It’s about time we start thinking greener.
Rachel and Noelle,
I hope in a small way this helps your world.
To My Fellow Two-Spirits,
Thank you — Thank you — without you, I would not hear butterflies singing, without you, I would not understand black bear humor, or the creativity of jays planning their breakfast, without you, I would not feel flora whispers of long-lived wisdom on the back of my neck while sitting in Padmasana.
