Climate Change: A Metaphor Poem by Antonio Liao

healing power envy the exhausted fumes that
create the destruction of the ozone layer
slate, watching the twig stay in the momentum
of each minute of the day

critical period that wait for the new way has to
stay, whew! so treasure as it could be, the
light is always what makes the day to witness
the revolution of the galaxy

wasted time and skill looks so empty used off in
very strength, fulfilling what the world would be
too easy, in every day the changing face looks so
fair and fragile for everyone annoyed as the
holiday reconciled

wait and see, what the world comes, in the
furious hour all is made to be lonely, yet! believe
that there are the changes which make us very
happy, for that day things will be ponder in a
unity of our history

come near to the ground, leaving every foot prints
see the real happenings of the world we stay, smell
the fragrance of each baby born, for till eternity
they will be in the place where we once flee

now is the moment to remember that in every grain
we sow has return, the earth once full of joy, now has
come to mourn, the living day comes to sorrow for us
to lure forever more

new technology, leads us to new life to any critical
period scant each one want, healing power is all
what the earth viewed in every instruction gone, the
'will' had brings us back again in the climate change no
one must run, even the shadow escape has done

pause for a while and run, pole vault the solution the time
is almost gone, weaver all the loses for the past is
none, another day has come for everyone to found
a new land.......