Eco- Conscious: (July,2021) Poem by DM W

Another dry morning,
After a too brief dawn downpour.
The heat is overwhelming.
This 'green and pleasant land'
Is not used to such extremes.
Yet, this is the age of climate change,
And now we must all be wary.
The prophets and sages are
Predicting another Fall.
The rivers are running dry,
And the forests are disappearing
By the score. The ice caps are melting.
Cloudy dreams are crumbling.
I ask myself, when will the ravens end
And the doves begin?
When will the wisdom obscured
by Modernity's haze re-emerge?
When will passion flowers break
Through the cracks of concrete?
When will we awaken to the Light
Of tender grace and mercy? Will we
Ever be able to balance vibrant Nature
And bloodless science? These burning
Questions constantly plague my mind.