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.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to never use a plastic straw.
Dear Maya, Emilio and Daniel,
We thought that the world was an endless supply of whatever we wanted… I know it sounds hard to believe, but that is the way it was.
Dear Madeline, Ava, and Harper,
What I wish most for you girls is that the care you have shown each other would extend to the big wide world around you.
Dear Future,
I hope that things have cooled down. I hope that people and governments have come together to save our earth. I hope that everyone is able to breath clean air, drink clean water and see the beauty in nature that I do. I promise to do my best to take part in repairing the damage we’ve done so that my hopes may come true.
Dear kids of America,
Please eliminate plastic everything
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will encourage everyone to adopt a plant-based diet. Good for our health, the animals and the planet.
Dear future generations,
It’s never too late to make a difference. Our actions have very real consequences. We can educate ourselves, learn from our mistakes, and take action. We can hold companies like big oil and big plastic accountable for their negative impacts on the environment. We can educate ourselves and others about what causes climate change and what actions we as individuals can take to lower our carbon footprints.
Dear Makena,
Sweetie, you deserve clean air, water and soil. You deserve to thrive in an environment that supports you.
To my Kids,
I wish you all the best and always make sure that you can be proud of yourself and don’t need status-symbols for feeling nice.
To my dear son,
Last year most of the world’s reefs turned white at some point, but because it was underwater you and your friends didn’t see.
Dear Alba:
There is still a lot of beauty and I will do what I can to keep it from slipping away.
Dear tomorrow,
The blue sky will no longer be grey, and the bleak clouds will be vibrant.
