You could see our climate song
A dying breath of protest
Our tearful tune, a signature
Etched for a staggered moment
On carbon acid air
You could see our words of warning
Of grief and longing. Of love
Our elegy for nature kin
And for children wise, unborn
Our mourning keen, a knife
For that vanishing moment
As our rebel echo faded
To aching murmured plea
And a final yearning hush
Our song took shape, swirling
Spectral, defiant still
As winters harden out of time
And floods run deeper yet
As wildfires char forest and home
And seas drown vain city streets
Who will raise a shattered voice
To shape our foolish requiem?