Cold And Warm Poem by Emmanuel Jay Espera

I lived in the cold,
Grasping whatever dreams I could hold.
I feed on fish for food,
Hoping the weather's in a good mood.

The land I step on is white,
I push on with all my might.
Even though the water stayed clear,
Sometimes the plastic will seer.

I felt the weather changing,
Through the years I was aging.
The plastic in the water grows,
But out here, hope still glows.

Warmth in the cold,
Flowers where only ice lived,
Blooms on land that never knew spring,
Warmth too hot it could sting.

Sometimes, I would slip on ice,
Every fall cut deep like a slice,
I felt the water growing hotter,
Our species turning to daylight slaughter.

The flowers were blooming,
And our end was quietly looming.
Extinction felt too near.
And our end was imminently clear.

For humans, flowers mean beauty.
For polar bears, flowers mean cruelty.


I saw its eyes gleam,
Inside it lived the brightest dream.
More of it surrounded me,
And more of it in the freezing sea.

But I lived on warm land,
So I didn't know what cold meant,
I only saw color returning,
Not the life it silently spent.

I ignored it's home,
And what it meant to me.
I left plastic wherever I roam,
Like it's the highest decree.

It roared loud and wild at me,
Like it wants to keep me away,
But later I learned it never meant harm,
And the world had lost all its charm.

I kept stealing what nature would lent,
Unaware my mindset was far too bent.
Air pollution, ocean pollution,
I told myself it needed no solution.

Wildfires spread too far,
Trees fall, marking the ground with tar,
Yet I kept on taking,
Never knowing how many hearts I was breaking.

But then I saw the last one's eyes gleam,
Inside it lived the faintest dream,
Only one of it stood before me,
And none left in the warming sea.

For polar bears, flowers mean cruelty.
But for humans, flowers mean beauty.