A Simple Truth
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
for a new day is on the brink;
and cotton-candy clouds blush pink.
Where eagles were once free to fly,
morning is filtered through a haze;
a legacy of yesteryears.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
dissolving the fringes of night
with a dazzling display of light.
Its beauty; worthy of a sigh,
Dawn brings a renewal of hope;
implying the planet can cope.
A simple truth, without a lie,
if we choose not to make a fuss;
wildlife will vanish around us.
Nature's something money can't buy;
no amount can restore lost days,
yet we ignore what science says.
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
where eagles were once free to fly.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
its beauty worthy of a sigh.
A simple truth, without a lie,
Nature's something money can't buy.
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