Climate Change
Palm trees where pines use to be
The sun shinning on everything you see
The warmth that turns heated in summer
July the definition of it gets even warmer
The dry heat is the absence of sweat
Where I'm from workers get wet
Rocks spread out where grass should be
I marvel at the different kind of trees
Inside the building is the safest flee
Away from the heat is fine with me
The mountians actually do touch the sky
Taller than buildings when you pass them by
In the range they might streach for miles
A kind of cage if you have to go around
But the light and shadows they proudly possess
Give a certian awe to the eyes that are blessed
How small we become in the presence of giants
How humble our souls at Gods reliance
The beauty that was held in Gods hand
Streached out accross what we call land
And that new place that we now call home
A brand new taste for a scout to roam
Each day a new day in a world not old
Brand new feelings that had once grown cold
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2022
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