This makes me grieve, so much so I wrote about it in one of my works (there is a happy ending to the story, though)
"Over There, in the world as Men knew it, an illness was progressively and subtly unfolding itself, unlike any seen in the planet’s long, long history. Dreadful, complicated, the environment that made the world liveable was coming apart.
Manufactured chemicals had found their way into the very cells of all that lived. The sky had developed holes in the protective envelope that stopped dangerous radiations from reaching the delicate stuff of life. Right down to the atomic, those tiny orbiting bits that made up the fabric of existence, there was an encroaching corruption.
It affected Man in more than just physical aspects. Emotional balances were being knocked out of kilter. Anxiety and denial warred with each other in the human heart. Depression over the unspoken knowledge that the world was, after all, finite, weighted the aspirations of the human soul like heavy stones. As always, humanity had science and religious faith to mitigate these effects, but both were starting to fail. Depressed, sad, hopeless and resigned to a much believed in apocalyptic future, humanity accelerated the degradation of the world by vast consumption of the very things that needed to be spared. Doing so seemed to alleviate feelings of concern and foreboding with a temporary happiness that seemed all the more sweeter for its fleeting warmth.
The waste from this consumption found its way into the geological makeup of the world. Areas that were uncorrupted, unpolluted were now scarce and isolated pockets. Weather patterns had intensified. Great deserts were born and conversely, incursions of the oceans into and over the lands of Men occurred. Storms of hitherto un-experienced proportions caused massive destruction. Large numbers of the displaced became refugees in their own countries. Whole species of animals were dying out.
Balances had been lost, and the world’s natural self, plant life, animal life, insect life and the lives of the microscopic began to invade each others’ territories, seeking survival. Existence was a slow and creeping poison, as pervasive as the air that was beginning to kill those that depended on it for life. Canisters of the invisible death that Man had eventually harnessed to produce the electrical power so absolutely necessary had been tossed into the oceans and were beginning to disintegrate, releasing lethal emanations that would last eons as they dispersed. "
from A Ribbon Of Beauty