Climate

Climate 

Seasonsal changes are whistling 

Can you hear it?

Whispering through the wind andthe leaves 

Shedding the blossom of the summer to then rest for anew 

But the climate is calling us home

Home is the land we live in 

Seasons tells when to grow, reflect and rest

Mother nature surges and urges more than subtke whispers 

She's yerning the population to stop

Take stalk on what we have and not what we own

Climate or capitalism? 

Human and mother nature are like tow pees in a pod

We're not destined to consume ourselves into oblivion 

The 24/7 culture is an illusion 

Grey towering offices blocks

Concrete and cement  

Every street looking the smae

Where is the growth in city life?

Oh wait

I forgot 

Money of ecomonic systems makes the world go round

What do we do?

What do we choose? 

Climate or capitlaism? 

Because mother naure is calling us home

The more we divide our lives with concrete and stone

We won't have a home to return back too

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A very poignant truthful assessment of the real battle we find ourselves in. Brought upon by greed. The lines are drawn between us. Mother Nature has already given her answer. She will continue to exist with or without us. Very thoughtful poem thank you for sharing your art with us.