We.

The weather has turned,
into a Rogue of Nature;
surprising us all…

the oceans standstill,
the deserts seeping moisture;
confusing our minds…

a wind with no chill,
a sun that shines ruthlessly;
burning our eyelids…

but the carbon-based,
sentient beings of “we”;
still staunchly refuse to see.

We.

The weather has turned,
into a Rogue of Nature;
surprising us all…

the oceans standstill,
the deserts seeping moisture;
confusing our minds…

a wind with no chill,
a sun that shines ruthlessly;
burning our eyelids…

but the carbon-based,
sentient beings of “we”;
still refuse to see.