Echoes of a Warming Earth

The Warming Earth

The skies once clear, now streaked with gray,

The sun a stranger in the light of day.

Oceans rise, as glaciers fall,

A warming world, too late to call.

Forests whisper, leaves are thin,

The earth is tired, weary within.

Storms rage louder, winds more fierce,

Nature’s balance begins to pierce.

But still we walk, with blind intent,

Ignoring signs that heaven sent.

A plea for change, to heed the cost,

Before more beauty is forever lost.