Have you ever wondered,
a crystal night, stars amaze our eyes,
we walk the pavement of our lives,
in contemplation, where next.
Oh there are places we might see,
the visionary sense of certainty.
She looks upon our world,
amass of humanity,
living on channeled ice,
melting in flooded waters.
While everywhere materials
bought and sold and destroyed,
lay the ground speaks humanity,
burning the flesh of our lives.
She will watch forever you know,
long beyond the cellophane blues,
before we ever might realize,
how critical is the ground we soil.
The simple notion of carbon gases,
evaporating the core, delightful
is the prize of immortality
if while we cry emissions will allow.
An emotional plea is Nature’s wrath,
the ice caps change in form by day,
at night while asleep we dream,
She remains aware forever aglow.
Oh there are places we might see,
the visionary sense of certainty.
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