Climate Change

Last night's was A textbook rain Bookended by The call of the brain fever bird Brain fever brain fever brain And The contented gurgling croaks Of hundreds of toads We don't get such rains Often

Material things are finite Only our appetites are infinite Still, if our appetites are for finite things There is only so much We can consume Until we are sated And a little more that We can

Climate change is hitting us Global warming is heating us The powers that be are saying What's eating you? Sit back, relax, enjoy the view But we are missing the climate bus It's gonna go Just

When I am out Pitting And planting trees I rue the time Away from my desk: I could have been Writing poetry I think When I am At my desk Writing I rue the time Away from the pits: I could have been

When we were young Our fights were like Summer thumderstorms Intense but Quick to pass As we grow older Our behaviour grows colder We draw our differences out A prolonged drought We never forget We