How could such small things
Cause so much trauma
To something so big as me?
Cause so much trauma
To something so big as me?
Tag: global warming
Earth Day
I dreamt there’d be a day
In some none too distant future
When an architectural abstraction
Outlived all the fishes in the sea
In some none too distant future
When an architectural abstraction
Outlived all the fishes in the sea
Now I cannot sleep
Glacial ‘Til
In a land of ever ice
The snow survived
The summer heat
Since long before
Both you and I
The snow survived
The summer heat
Since long before
Both you and I
The glaciers die
The cold retreats
To summer’s entreat
They’re gone before
Both you and I
All the Sky was Smoke
The creatures toiled
Upon the land
They built machines
To ease the work
Created engines
To drive the cogs
And fueled it all
With all that burned
Upon the land
They built machines
To ease the work
Created engines
To drive the cogs
And fueled it all
With all that burned
For every thing
The creatures made
Five other things
Were thrown away
For every turn
Of every cog
The fuel they burned
Created smog
‘Til over time
Before too long
In fact, before
The fuel was gone
Their world could not
Sustain their waste
The climate changed
With break neck pace
After the Oil Boom
Well I dreamed I saw the clouds
And the heat waves coming.
Wretched mad man on my mind
When the sun burst through the skies.
There was my heart there singin’ in the light
But I felt like I could cry.
Look at mother nature on the run
In the twenty seventeen.
And the heat waves coming.
Wretched mad man on my mind
When the sun burst through the skies.
There was my heart there singin’ in the light
But I felt like I could cry.
Look at mother nature on the run
In the twenty seventeen.
Too Late and Far Too Much
It tastes like despair
The air
Like defeat and despair
The charged atmosphere
Alive after the months
Of dead, dry heat
The air
Like defeat and despair
The charged atmosphere
Alive after the months
Of dead, dry heat
Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains
Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much
What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth
Nature’s Sigh
A sprig of green
On concrete sky
The world we make
Makes nature sigh
On concrete sky
The world we make
Makes nature sigh
Winters Coming
Ten thousand years
Since last snow fell
On southern lands
Since last snow fell
On southern lands
Ten thousand more
When what’s now green
Was naught but fields of ice
Or so the legends say
Antarktica
Where all tribes came
Hard to see
In my mind
The numbers
Of the past
What once were billions
Flight reduced
To millions
In the exodus
From the desert sand
Earth had become
To this plot
Of icy rock
Mortality ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #100
Grey.
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
