Heat Conditions
I, in my coolness, Rage about the Heat.
As sweltering mirages ride the air,
I hibernate within my man-made cave.
As the sun burns through the ozone layer,
Our polar caps recede, warming the seas.
UV rays scorch people, plants and the land.
Waters shrink - people thirst, crops ruin - they starve.
Oh but I, I still have my frosty lair.
© 07-27-2012
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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