Climate Change- Save Mother Earth

While I write,

I wander through a beautiful word orchard,

Hoping to pick the right flowers.

While I write,

I witness the words blossom & perish,

Only to revive & reincarnate in new forms.

While I write,

I notice the climate wreak havoc on the world,

Somewhere freezing & somewhere burning.

And, while I write...

I see the flora, the fauna, the earth crying.

Is it our sin for which they are dying?