Kids are blowing bubbles in their lawn, Sleepy hair—all messy— with pajamas on. Yellow dandelions turn to grey. They make wishes out of childs’ play. As their seeds and pollen float away, The sun is kissing freckles, tans, and burns. Leaves are dressing trees, and flowers turn. But suddenly it’s super, super hot. Plants are drying out; their roots rot. Firm plastic is so mushy that it’s bending. Global warming is no longer impending. Politicians and corporations act estranged They pretend the climate hasn’t changed. After all, why would they even care? They won’t even live through the big scare. Everyone and everything is melting. The heat is excruciating and sweltering.
'108 Sound Rebellion' (Elisabeth Hubmann [Hall 1994], Giulio Tosti [Roma], Adrian Foster [Lethbridge 1982] and Michele del Prete [Venezia]), for organs and electronics Parts 'Creation'/'Nature'/'Birds'/'Human'/'Machine'/ 'Disturbance'/'ALARM'/'Chaos'/'Aftermath'
succulent heart only needs a couple of drops every few months cacti are what I have become adaptive to the inconsistent search for storms no matter how violent just to get that sweet sweet drop just to feel my heart fill fill up then leave in the flash, leave it in the past I have no problem moving on as long as I get my drops
Expect earthquakes, volcano eruptions and tornadoes. You don't have to be a meteorologist to know that the climate has already changed. The layers of the atmosphere are re-arranging. People still seem worried about property value and other things that will seem like nothing to them soon. This isn't conspiracy theory *******. This is energy, and how it works. Electro-magnetic energy is king.
The gen-z, Opposition to plastic, But in their social media sea, see, The bombastic amount of plastic people, Floating and chanting against climate change, The movement is only steeple, To acclaim more turtle followers. In exchange they don’t nothing but say hoaxes, Let the environment die with a pretty pose.