
Our children will dream
Of the sound of rain
Their children will scream
And curse us with pain
If we don’t make earth green
The little left will disappear
If we ignore what is seen
Beautiful undersea creature will cease to come up here
The oceans will be empty and unpleasant
Maybe then we’ll face reality
When there’s no earth to rest upon or send a servant
We’ll cry, we’ll regret, we’ll blame Deity
Storms of sand will be hard on us, carrying our grain[s]
We’ll wander everywhere , “Do you hear that,” we will say, “It sounds like Rain.”
©️Skykidjuan