#WritcoPoemPrompt36

Rising oceans,
A warming globe,
Savage storms,
A warning foretold...

Will we heed,
Or will we bury
Our heads in the sand,
We really must hurry.

The ice caps
They're melting.
All those trees,
We've been felling,

They were needed,
To cleanse,
The air we breath,
Of our sins,

Of our gasses,
Our smog,
Plastic filling oceans,
While we're "all talk".

We know we must change
Our selfish ways,
To repair our planet,
For coming days.



© Niamh C