Climate change

The feeling of the warm breeze

As the trees begin to die

And the red bleeds into the sky

As the icebergs melt and cry

The skies that were blue

Now are filled with gray

Creatures from all around

Search for their home

No longer found

There is still hope in our hearts

as we come together, we can start

With our hands, we have the key

To heal the earth and let it be

So let us take action and raise our voice

Every step we take is a choice

With this, we have a chance

To make our last stance