The Broken Barometer

A darker gray pours over the horizon, Cold and wet with a wind to subdue. Yet with it comes a shade of discomfort, As if energy must begin a search for a clue. The changes we all see have been so gradual, Where to some, it's more like no change at all. So while the weather slowly reaches new extremes, Our carbon footprint is seen climbing the wall. Now it appears most of the planet is cooperative, Attempting to alter & curtail this unwanted event. But there's always those few who stand defiantly, Since their belief is, there's nothing to prevent. The saddest part of this story is unyielding, As status and greed are the glue to hold fast. And as long as some can keep a vise-grip on the last Oil well, they'll just happily reminisce of days past. In spite of this, the rest of us know the day is coming, When our future is defined by this remarkable change. Giving pause to our legacy and survival, If we're unable to create a fair exchange.