Log Blind Date

I went on a blind date with my friends in the forest behind the school. My date was a fallen log. We had a really good time, talking about our favourite foods, music, books, and shows. After the first date, he told me that he'd like to see me again. I wasn't ready to give him an answer yet, so I told him to give me some time and then I'll get back to him. After a few days, I decided to write a letter about my first impression of him:

Hi Log,

I had a wonderful time that day, getting to know you and your surroundings. I can't help but notice that you don't look so well. Are you alright? Are you sick? There's a rusty nail stabbed on your side. I would've offered to pull it out for you but I was afraid you'd feel pain if I did. Your protective bark is eroding, I saw wood rotting inside. There's sharp, jagged edges by the base of the trunk, too. Also, I noticed how kind you are to let other organisms live in you. There's really fine spider webs and damp soil sprinkled in the crooks. You may not know just how much bacteria can live in just one teaspoon of dirt. You may be a home for others, but do you like where you live? You are sitting on a bed of tiny rocks and dead leaves of all shapes and sizes and colours. There's plastic and chip bags hiding behind you that looks like it's been there for a long time; there was even a Tim Horton's cup lid resting on you side. I like you, I really do, but I don't think that we'd be suitable for each other. You are a lot older than me (judging the number of rings on your trunk) and you're rather filthy. I understand that some of the mess isn't your fault, but I just don't see an "us." I hope you understand.

Your friend,

Cary

I know, I know, I shouldn't have rejected him just because of his living conditions, but can you really blame me? I felt guilty. Sorry. There shouldn't be so much litter in nature and I seem to be the only one who notices. Who put them there? Humans. We are responsible for the trash scatter across the grounds yet Mother Nature is the one suffering from it. We need to change our ways. How can no one else see that we are polluting our own home too? Are we gonna be happy living in a world that wrecks of soiled foods with mold growing in them, plastic bags covered in dirt and grim, and cigarette butts scattered on the ground? No one really cares about how litterbugs are damaging the world little by little. We need to change the way people see the environment as a home for all of us. We could start by educating the children from a really young age. That way, good habit will develop and stick with them for the rest of their lives.