S.O.S

Debris that’s caught up by the wind swells and rips and surges,
then falls to blanket ponds and fields and fill up roadside verges.
We trace its patterns in the woods, caught up along the trail.
We try to overlook it in the passing, but we fail.

It rolls down meadow pathways formerly pristine.
We trace its ugly progress through every canyon scene—
in a plastic bag’s graffiti plastered to a cavern wall.
Who will come to rescue our world before its fall?

Is any wiser culture listening for the call
from out there in the Universe, far from this spinning ball
that we are all trapped on, choking in the air
created by our progress, as we strip it bare?

The Sunday Whirl  Wordle 618 prompts today are: call, trace, rescue, debris, wind, swell, rip, surge, pass, rolls, trail, woods