The world needs saving. From the wicked, from the waste, from us all.

The world needs saving because it is hurting. Every day we look from behind shiny glass windows at it- mocking it, ignoring it, turning away from everything good because we have shut ourselves so tightly into pretty glass jars, thinking we can survive with little fairy lights to keep us warm.

I want to save the world because I cannot see it burn and die and be transformed into a barren wasteland where the stars don't burn at night and the rain doesn't wash down to cleanse the soul.

Grace. I want to save the world with grace. I want to open up the one glass jar that has fireflies with hearts filled with goodness, with grace that shines through every fibre of their little beings, fluttering, humming, settling over streets that have forgotten what it means to be human.

I want to save the world from me. And you.

Because we watch silently from the sidelines as hate creeps up our spines and turns stardust into sawdust and the water into wind. We laugh and taunt the breeze until it stills and dies a slow death. We eat up all the trees, greedy for more, swallowing, gobbling, grabbing every leaf until all we are left with is soulless earth. We live with our eyes stitched shut, undoing every act of faith, blind to what needs seeing, deaf to what needs hearing.

I want to save the world before we snuff out all the magic. Of the unknown and the unseen. Before we discover all there is to discover, before we reach a page where we stop making history. Before we forget how awe makes our eyes widen and wonder makes our hearts sing.

I want to save the world. I want to bend down, feel my knees sink into golden sand, and pray. Feel the burning slits on my back as my wings come alive and I take flight.

I want to save the world.