A Poem of Reality
The morning clouds are dark with dust
An orange color that resembles rust
Blown down from forest fires far away
That linger over much our world these days
We cannot change what drifts on through
Not even if it has not a thing with us to do
The constant record heat burns us like a torch
We stay inside so our skin won’t scorch
The changing climate on our Earth
Has seen a tragic change since my birth
With mounting storms…
