The Harsh Rays of the Sun

The harsh sun kisses my cheeks, 

it hugs my arms and legs.

I can see where the mountains peak and 

where animals lay their eggs.

I couldn’t dream of more beautiful sights, the fauna,

the birds in the trees.

I'm grateful for those who provide for us, 

things like honey which come from bees.

Still I find something bothering me, 

about the sun and its harsh rays,

The climate is changing, you see, 

it has seen far better days.

As the sun peeks through the clouds, I gaze up to the sky.

I know better than to be fooled by its beauty, 

now my eyes are no longer dry.

I think of desolate deserts, where rivers and trees once stood.

I know all hope is not lost, there is still time to fight for good.

I dream of nature without worry, a future full of hope.

A world where we are in a hurry,

But take action rather than mope.