The climate is heating up.
The atmosphere is feeling it too.
Too many particles of CO2.
Oh what are we to do.
Stop what we are doing.
Can't see the wood from the trees.
Mankind writing cheques.
Nature won't allow it to cash.
Winds of change are blowing.
Windmills gently turning.
The earth is slowly dying .
Killing it seems such a terrible sin.
Mother who will nourish us.
When we choke you of your air.
I think that we are your children.
And you will teach us ,you are queen supreme.

© Conor Boland