The blue skies have disappeared these days,
As the pollution has substituted its place;
The stars cannot be glimpsed high above,
Though do we really care about?

Temperatures are soaring high,
With summers hot and dry;
Monsoons welcome with excessive rains,
And hurricanes occurring oftentimes.

Oceans are rising above,
With glaciers melting each day;
The greenhouse gases are reaching the summit,
Thereby creating a hot planet.

Felling trees at an increasing rate,
Has paved a way for the cities to flourish;
But now it is the time to put our hands together,
For moulding a better future.
© Prahelika