The Tempest of Natures Temperature

THE TEMPEST OF NATURES TEMPERATURE

The rain and the wind,
The tempest of natures temperature,
For it has dropped,
As lows are cyanoidal depressions,
Rotating in concentric rings,
Natures cycles are circles,
That are ripples communicating change,
For transforming, cleaning, recycling and regrowth,
Are the cosmic web,
Catching all life in motion,
For the ocean sends waves of generations,
Fulfilling terms,
Of a natural life.

The world is rotating,
But the spin no longer works,
For the glaciers are melting,
The oceans are rising,
The fishes are seeking warmer waters,
The summer is winter,
Winter is summer,
Flowers are confused,
For the signals are confusing,
For nature has been abused,
The hard wiring works by prediction,
Yet the environment is in sickness,
For the temperature is rising,
And the sands are running,
Through the hour glass,
1 minute to 12,
As each second brings us to the brink,
As the ice is cracking on the rink,
For we are traveling in circles,
And it is wearing thin,
We will fall through,
We will sink or swim,
And much of this depends,
On weather love wins.