The Glaciers Speak

The glaciers swept over the corridors of North America standing in the back yard of Alaska they carved out the great lakes in Alberta, British Columbia and Montana and, gazes at you from the depth of the ocean. I feel like gliding on ice, Colorado and Washington have paid the price and if you look at the mountains beyond the ocean the glaciers are singing sweet melody with a pestle and a disc. They look like human from afar and the Yukon Territory, and Nunavut has something dynamic for all; the land is caving in and there is not much time left to rescue vain men from their sin. Oregon, is whistling a tune and California is watching the evening news , Wyoming, is listening to the ice break and Navada is witnessing the mountain shake. The ice is melting under your feet and the heat is soaring to a hundred and fifty degrees, the men in boats with bear backs burnt to their core are grumbling but nature is asking them for more. The quicksand is moving and the glaciers are sinking, soon there will be no one left to sing; the summer is still lingering around and glaciers are singing in the ocean like a clown. Come journey with me to the Swiss alps and let us see what they have got, the heat is penetrating the blocks and , shifting the ice into a landlock. The mountains are weeping and the birds are gallivanting, the glaciers are staring at you and they can make your dream come through. The European Alps are huge and they can make music for me and you their hydrological cycle, gives us hydroelectricity, freshwater for flora and fauna, but now the are melting slowly draining out all the glory, the heat has taken them away and the spot where they once laid has decayed. The glaciers are melting and you have got to do something before they disappear, the sea level is rising, the landscapes have depreciated and groundhog day will soon go away, listen to the glaciers speak. .