This Climate Change

This Climate Change By Roy Merritt Winter’s shroud arrives earlier each year Mountains of beauty to inspire and revere Beauty yes, but wanton, exceedingly cruel A beautiful veil, pale, and deceiving the fool Its voice whispers and howls, frigid its breath Encroaching upon all to some bringing death Ever colder it be ever menacing its face Ever astounding to us who dwell in this place And old timers and others with memories of when Are challenged to remember it ever being like then How can it be says the fool expressing but scorn How can it be the globe increasingly warm How can it be different from long ago in the past How can it be this and leave us aghast Winter is often a time of dread and despair But eventually moves on as we make to repair Ah, but when considering so confounding a thing Time soars to summer having forgotten the spring And summer you know not thoughtful or kind As it torments with heat as the sun doth shine Days pass on causing distress much pain The sun boils down no clouds bring rain The drought overwhelms causing concern For we know there be much kindling and easy to burn And those among us the sensible and wise Know something is amiss in time realized We must do something take heed and converse Arrive at some conclusion this condition reverse We must rebuke deniers call them deranged Who dare say it false this climate change Is avarice such that it would blind you to truth So merciless and potent to doom your own youth To make their future on such an earth An existence void of comfort and little of worth If so I must tell you I find it quite strange That you dare say it false this climate change And know this for certain when such is their pain Forever their lips will be cursing your name No monuments to you will they ever arrange For your insistent denial of climate change Your legacy of infamy will never unwind Your names be cursed forever in time They will assail you and say you deranged For saying it was false this climate change