Distant thunder in my soul
Rains come and rivers roll
Icebergs fill the Seven Seas
Glacier remnants pass falling trees
Cities flood beyond their use
Equator eruptions from abuse
Emerging darkness not foretold
Endless nights soon turn cold
Endless snows turn landscapes white
Leaves and grasses not in sight
Species gone for naught to eat
Drums of extinction pound their beat
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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