The Butterfly Effect - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
The sun is dimming,
as at the end of a play.
Particles in the stratosphere
and radiation back to its source,
disguising the warming of the globe.
If the flutter of one butterfly’s wing
can ignite a tsunami
consider what a rise
of even one degree farenheit
will do to a cornfield
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.
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