Climate Change

The sky, a canvas, once a vibrant blue, now bruised and swollen with a sickly hue. The seasons falter in a restless dance, where winter's chill forgets its frozen trance. The ancient rhythms broken out of time, a fragile earth where shadows darkly climb. The whispered warnings lost in selfish ears, a rising chorus of unspoken fears. The melting giants weeping in the sun, a silent testament to what we've done. The parched earth cracks, a thirst that knows no end, where barren landscapes mourn a lost dear friend. The storms awaken with a furious might, a planet's anger claiming day and night. The fragile balance shattered piece by piece, a legacy of sorrow that will never cease. The empty spaces where the wild things roam, a silent echo of a lost sweet home. A desperate question hanging in the haze, can human hearts still find redemptive ways? To mend the wounds with gentle knowing hands, and plant the seeds in long-forgotten lands. To find the wisdom in a world undone, and weave a future where new dawns are spun. ©bfa032725