Worries flooding in like the rising seas

The silence space of empty bees

The muted joy of a warming sea

A poisoned planet dying alone

Hope ebbing like a memory gone

She sits alone with all she has known

As nature’s guests our time is bid

Stolen by a world driven by greed

We took from you more than we need

And now nurse to death our living world

Holding her hand as she grows cold

Rejoice in her beauty, never to grow old

Inspired by Shelley’s Mont Blanc and these lines in particular “The limits of the dead and living world,

Never to be reclaim’d. “