By Callum 
The world paused. A whisper grew into footsteps in every city, in every town. People looked up from their chimneys, from their machines, and remembered—this planet is not ours alone.
Smoke curled into sky like confession. Rivers carried plastic and promise. Forests trembled beneath axes. The Earth shook, not in fear, but in reckoning.
On that first Earth Day, hands joined across asphalt and soil. Seeds were planted. Signs were raised. Children sketched wild creatures they might never see again. Dissent became hope.
It was not perfect. It could not stop everything. But that day, the future spread its wings. The soil beneath our feet felt more than ground—it was possibility.