Climate change, how it is so strange

Look around,

The wind softy blows.

Its magnificent beauty will disappear...

And nobody knows.

Trees fall one by one

Like a thousand bricks.

They’re sorrowful and dehydrated

Skinny little sticks.

The sky, once a glistening ocean-blue

Is now seeing itself,

Grey and dull like an old book

Catching dust on a shelf.

Marine life suffocating.

By the minute the seas get warm

We can’t just stand here.

While we watch the ocean become a storm.

The earth is getting sick

And we only have one.

We must help now,

Before our world becomes none.