The Earth Speaks Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Some species waste away,
While droughts, tsunamis, kill,
Some nooks, too hot to stay.

Now fertile fields turn gray
Trees die when gales grow shrill:
Rain forests pare away.

The future's made to-day
Will it be good or ill?
When will the death knell play?

To plastic junk a prey
The oceans drown in swill
And acid rains decay
Our world, in disarray

The future's made to-day
Will it be good or ill?
When will the death knell play?