This Poem is Forest, Ocean, Air

This poem is a forest of green leaves.

This poem is an ocean without plastic.

This poem is air with no chemical vapours.

This poem wants to let you know

that the shade of green of the leaves tells you 

the state of the tree: old or young, ill or well,

and how close to dying. Then you can see

the condition of the whole forest.

This poem is a thick forest of bright green leaves.

This poem wants to make you remember

a time when the oceans were sparkling clean,

home only to fish and coral, rock and reed

and the great sea mammals that roam the earth —

a time when rubbish would sink and disintegrate.

This poem is a clean ocean without any plastic.

This poem means to show you

a sky without a chemtrail, air with no smog.

This poem indicates, with a vast gesture,

air of a clarity you never saw in your whole lifetime.

This is what air was created to be.

This poem is clear air with no trace of chemical vapours.

This poem is a thick, impossible forest no-one chops or burns.

This poem is a clean, impossible ocean free of any floating islands of plastic.

This poem is clear, impossible air from which we have eradicated

all traces of chemical vapours. ... This poem is impossible.

Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif, Sustainability. The form is Boomerang Metaphors, invented by Hannah Gosselin — with my own extra twist at the end.