Climate Change

She cries ice

 and dries her tears in the fire

Too Soon! They cry, as the Autumn

Leaves fall

They exchange seasons with

cool white snow

Our hottest summer

Our coldest Winter

She is changing

We must acclimate her needs

This poem is about: 
Our world

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