Fears of Tomorrow

My friends fear of tomorrow.
With the passing of every day, we are powerless.
Living life to the fullest to bury our sorrow.
We don’t love our home any less.

My feathered friends fear of tomorrow.
Some say the land is drying, the world’s aflame,
and I trust their travels and judgments to know,
Our powerful neighbors may be the blame.

My buzzing friends fear of tomorrow.
They tell me the blossoms bloom early and food is low.
To live, the timing, they must follow,
and roam the lands when flowers grow.

My slimy friends fear of tomorrow.
They croak about the heat and dangerous slime.
The perfect climate for fungus to grow.
Can’t escape; there is no time.

My friends fear of tomorrow,
and every day we can only wait and wait.
Living life to the fullest to bury our sorrow.
We hope it’s not too late.

My poem on climate change.

 

 

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