The Harsh Rays of the Sun
By Taylah C
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.