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Green To Red To Gold

As the days get shorter, and the nights get colder, and the leaves turn green, to, red to gold,
Let fall come slowly from hot to warm to cold,
Yet the heat makes me question is winter really coming or is climate change unfold,
We care for our nature, yet not enough to change our actions and we wonder if the white snow indulge,
The serenity of tomorrow, to devastation of extinction,
But who really knows,
Lives get shorter,
And the sun slowly blows
The moon looks closer,
And the water barely flows,
Hold on dear children reach out your hand, 
Pretty soon with politics no one knows where to stand,
Luck knows no bounds, 
We are nothing but a grain of sand on the beaches we call a universe,
We can't reduce or reverse,
Just enjoy the now of this oblivion.

Copyright © Amanda Pearson | Year Posted 2023

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Karen Jones Date: 9/25/2023 9:06:00 AM Interesting write full of lovely images and important cause for advocacy in conservation. Login to Reply Amanda Pearson Date: 10/1/2023 3:41:00 PM Thank you :)

Tom Woody Date: 9/25/2023 8:00:00 AM I see you used seasonal poetry to bring awareness to the growing problems of apathy, greed, extinction. I believe true change is on the horizon, but it will require divine intervention, not squabbling politicians Login to Reply Amanda Pearson Date: 10/1/2023 3:42:00 PM I was mostly talking about all of it at once, I find all these things a problem.