Singing Over the Clouds

Haven’t you noticed anything
in and around your surrounding?
Concrete jungles are sprouting
faster than the waves can return to the seashore
The air we breathe is polluted,
murky waters flow along the rivers—
once crystal clear and friendly.

I wonder if the children who were born today
will still have rivers to swim and trees to climb,
for trees are dwindling, bird sanctuaries are gone;
Walnut orchards and strawberry farms
gave way to silicon manufacturing firms;
Modern subdivisions are on the rise,
Global warming—is it the price?

We have made so much progress,
and ain’t bad at all…
Breakthroughs in scientific researches,
as well as technological advancements:
computers, cell phones, worldwide web and many more;  
Mind-boggling as they are compared to the by-gone era,
yet we forgot the repercussions:
cascading effects of global warming
already upon us,
cataclysmic doom—eagerly looming
Isn’t it time to seek a New World?

I have just one request when I die—send me
with my old guitar to heaven…
so I would be singing over the clouds—
hoping it would rain
to somewhat ease your pain,
and awaken the forests slowly dying.
Until then, let’s do something drastic:
stop burning fossil fuels
which releases carbon dioxide methane
and chloro-fluro carbons causing holes
in the ozone layer – atmospheric shield
from the sun’s harmful radiation;
start using renewable sources of energy,
such as solar and wind—clean and abundant
Mother Nature’s gifts to mankind.

Why are we so blind for so long?
Not to see…
they’re just here for the taking—
waiting to be harnessed
The burden is upon us;
let’s do something now
to prevent cataclysmic doom,
cross your fingers, and
hope against time…