One day in distant future Ice walls walled in our pride The few of us remaining And hiding deep inside An igloo city of the ancients Built by those who burned our world After they at least reflected And leaned into saving Gaia “Now ye…

Languidly Leaves listlessly Leaning Rustling, Sighing, Seething With thoughts of Rain The rain that does not come With it’s sweet smell Of Innocence and Ozone This Rising Assassin we call Heat Rising before the sun, he comes With his Great Killing Swaths Bleaching the world…