Climate
CLIMATE
The morning fog makes the world look soft,
Like seeing it through a fine cloth net -
Whatever the fog touches is cold and wet...
All the colors are gone; only gray remains.
The sun is trying to shine through the fog,
But the air is filled with man-made pollution.
We have a problem without a solution,
And the problem keeps getting worse...
Some people think the weather has a cycle,
They say it has happened time and again...
But another 100 year flood is about to begin,
Even though it was here just a few years ago.
But what do the floods have to do with the fires?
What do the fires have to do with the droughts?
Why don't more people care what this is about...
How many tmes before tlhey believe this is real?
Oh! foolish people... look at what is happening...
Don't close your eyes snd refuse to see...
We can still save the earth... you and me...
If we stop arguing and work together.
We can't wait for future generations to take
Care of what is before us right now...
The time has come to act... but how?
It's time for us to figure that out.
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