Can it Be?

Can it be?

That the ice will fall free?

That the melting will raise the sea?

That the ocean wills to swallow me?


Is it true?

That the landfill will bury you?

That pollution will follow all you do?

That the heat will make the world stew?


Tell me it is not so,

That rivers will cease to flow,

That the moon will cease to glow,

That the trees will cease to grow.


Tell me it is not so,

For where will all the humans go?

The End

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