I am the Lorax.

There's my sign, covering my shirt. I made it myself.

The shirt says I speak for the trees.

I'm not a lawyer, I'm 16.

I don't actually speak for the trees.

But I was raised on Wall-E and Dr. Suess.

They told me that I could make a change if I wanted.

I can't. I could plant a tree, I could pick-up trash, and I could stop eating meat.

but I could not make change.

The world won't end, but it's gonna get hard to live in.

No one has to care, not the rich at least. Not until their taxes are raised.

The kids have given up. A few hold their signs, and sign their petitions.

A few got desparate and went crazy. How could they not? But most gave up.

Thats okay, Greta Thunberg did it. She made a stir.

She's a joke now. Apparently. A broken record. An overplayed song.

This is ridiculous. I should put the sign down, I should go home.

But I'm crazy too.

I look at the green horizon. It shouldn't be like that.

It's pretty, but it shouldn't be like that.

Our springs, algae flowing in the current. It shouldn't be like that either.

The boardwalks were cut off, they had to be shortened.

The sea's gotten closer. It shouldn't be like that.

Sometimes I go to the middle of my town. We have a tree there. Two of them.

I climb one. I get to the top. I'm four stories above the ground, I watch the people pass.

I can pretend for a moment, up there in the branches,

that everything's the way it should be.

I am the lorax. I beg. I beg on behalf the trees.