We call it: “catastrophe,” as if —  it is different.

A child nursed of negligence.

Yes, it is not ours —

Nature blessed us

Gave us a sun, water and air

Food, land and more

And so what did we give back?

We used the land given to us

I’ve heard too many times

The excuses of our nation

That change would be too hard,

Too frightening 

That it would take too long

But why are we arguing

About something so necessary

A world where smog flies in the skies

No birds at all that will survive

All things share the same breath 

All men

All size

Yet we say it’s okay 

Like it’s a lie 

Air shares its spirit

Snowboarders, wheres your snow?

Please, oh please,

We're honest beings,

We mean no harm, 

We are not armed,

The world is cruel,

Full of fuel,

We cough and we die,

We say goodbye,

We want to live,

Life is long 

Long enough 

For everyone to be 

A victim

To weather

Floods

Disaster

Devastation 

Sometimes, 

they think the forests must have been constructed,

around the railroad. 

That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,

The sharp ringing

of birds singing 

that settles the fields

on storms bringing

the clouds hover

and the critters take cover

and with silence brings

the smell of spring's

showers

The river's waters flow

And the tide comes and goes,

Small and big amounts of earth’s liquid gold,

Laughter and smiles and stories untold, 

Every day is new. 

With every possibility, 

Every day can change. 

So why shouldn’t we change? 

December 21,

The rebirth of the winter,

The certainty that when you wake up

Nothing has changed except for

The season. 

And maybe,

Some snow has found your doorstep.

Except,