The Butterfly Effect Poem by Sonny Rainshine

The sun is dimming,
as at the end of a play.
Particles in the stratosphere
bommerang heat
and radiation back to its source,
disguising the warming of the globe.

If the flutter of one butterfly’s wing
in Guatamala
can ignite a tsunami
in Indonesia,
consider what a rise
of even one degree farenheit
will do to a cornfield
in Wichita.

Deferring the
problems of the planet,
is like playing chess with
pawns made of ice,
like reading a book
whose pages are on fire.

What if we spread our own wings
in Everytown and Everycity and cause a wave
of resolve to innudate the earth.