Climate Change

A howl of warm air blows past me

My feet immersing into the ground

I am getting shorter by the year, I wanted to grow up and be a bioengineer

My residents stay and leave as the space I provide is underachieved

I cry for help to my only hope, to stop this sinister cloud that has risen above us.

I am ready to disembark and shrink into my next form only in a blink of an eye will they see I am gone.

My family and my friends molded into one.

Mother’s land is not forgotten to tear down those woeful sculptures that embedded into her.

She weeps in the darkness!

PLEASE!

Yours and Yours Only