If My Body was Earth

Sometimes when I lay in bed, I imagine my body is earth,

An exercise I recommend to understand our planet's worth.

My doona is the atmosphere, where greenhouse gases form a shield,

It absorbs some heat, then lets some out, and I'm never fully concealed.

My freckles are tiny islands which I join like dot-to-dot,

I imagine sailing between them in my solar-powered yacht.

When my own volcanic eruptions measure off the Richter,

They blast their way from inside out with the punch of a boa constrictor.

I'm woken by the heat and fling my legs atop the doona,

I find myself in pools of sweat, oh, I wish I'd done that sooner.

Just as burning fossil fuels like petrol, gas and coal,

Is polluting the earth's atmosphere and taking a heavy toll.

But unlike earth with climate change, there is no kick-out play,

Fossil fuels trap the heat - we're getting hotter by the day! 

Clean energy is the answer through wind and solar power,

Electricity-storing batteries, this direction we empower.

Climate change we can't ignore like the banana in my lunch,

The decisions that we make today must be pollution's counterpunch!