ice and fire

Do You hear the groan, the cracking ice shelf
its painful latitude  
a journey in cold and hostile territory  
moving patiently under mantels of snow  
  
blood spilled by artic fox and polar bear  
consequence, the stain that we gave so little care  
burned bridges see each Eden flood  
consumed because we lacked the love    
it only took a few degrees  
the grind of just two centuries  
our heads so buried in the sand  
 while ignoring natures own demands  
the washers worn out on the tap  
the flood will come  
what once was dry, will soon see water lap  
 
Our hedonistic tendencies , swamp the land  
the beauty of new brackish lakes  
reflections of our own mistakes  
tomorrows coastline none had planned
the oceans rise, its fathoms span
its whispers, storms to navigate