'Climate change
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In a world warming, change is our decree,
For carbon's grip, we must set free.
Actions we take, the path to renew,
Before it's too late, let this wisdom accrue.
I loving hearing grandma’s stories
she often talks of the ocean.
A wonderful escape
to the place draped in blue.
Hearing the whisper of the waves
An open field was full of vibrant green
so far, its the brightest green I’ve seen
Mothers sunrise in the horizon making her gold contagious
The Earth, our home, was once so beautiful,
Tall trees, deep seas with air so fresh and clean;
Sun rise, clear skies this place was yet youthful,
