You watched me grow,
my colors shined like diamonds,
but you forgot about me.
You forgot how fragile I can be,
now I have fallen at your feet,
yet you can't see me.
My tides break, My shores quake,
and my coral fray washing away
with the waves.
Climate change can be a serious thing,
it's up to you how it changes.
You think you're so small?
You think you don't cause change?
Oh how ignorant you are,
you are too blind to see,
you even effect me.
Just because you can't see something
doesn't change if that something is real.
Just because you can't feel something
doesn't make it less physical.
You think you are insignificant?
Then look closer at your life,
for even now
you're affecting your surroundings
just by being here.
Is that not the point to living;
to experience and grow with
those experiences?
Well I am serious
we need to make a change.
Our Earth needs us to wake up
and take notice of what we need to do
to help her to keep growing
and stop life from dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination on change, Shelton. Thank you very much,