Just a shot at the style, and of course another preach on global warming. Did it frontways then back; only problem was that 21 syllables didn't fit on one line either way. Good thing I didn't go any further.
As We Melt Heat Fills The world Summer Becomes Forever Everywhere, all the time; Ice turning into a thing fondly remembered, A dream of blue and white now only seen in the heartless, burning, Unforgiving sky. The waters rise, the lands recede, we flee to higher ground in search Of solace From the consequences of our ill-considered deeds. Gaia blithely ignores our pleas; She doesn't need us To prosper; She thrives - We Die.
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