CLIMATE CHANGE

A song of Spring
From leaves of green.
Fresh breeze stirs
The evening trees
To brush the clouds
As if to clean
Away the smoke and tease
In swirls of pastoral
White and grey
From sombre skies of London’s
May.
Now June, a blazing
Orange sun
And azure heavens birds
Dive through.
Is summer loved by everyone
When in coatless warmth
Life starts anew?

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