Miley Cote Change Poem

[Change Poem]

Miley Cote

I listen to the rustling leaves, swimming in the air from the wind, and I get a warm feeling. A feeling because of all the trees. I remember, in the corner plot, They had a giant tree, reaching up to the sky. But, like what happens to too many trees, new people bought the house, and down the tree went.

Now don’t get me wrong, I live in a very green neighborhood, almost like the trees organized a meeting here. But even here, trees are still disappearing, so I fear for places with less income, less care, and subsequently, fewer trees.

I try to not think about it, but I read, I watch the news, and there’s no way to shield myself from it. Climate Change Such a nasty word, I think. Hurricanes, Floods, Droughts, Fires, Storms, almost like the earth is getting mad at us for destroying the atmosphere.

Sooner or later, people will have to face the facts, they might not care now, but by the end of my lifetime, I worry for the state of our planet.

Now as this couch holds me up, I know that my parents’ income holds my family up. And that the richest, the people hurting the planet the most, will be the last to be harmed, and when they feel its effects, it will be too late.

But I still hold hope,

Like a teetering table that refuses to topple and turn upside down. I hold hope that we can overcome this, that we will overcome this.

And so I return to the trees.

Like a Beautiful Blossoming Blissful Birch, that almost seems to be blushing with all the fall colors.

If this neighborhood can rally together to help, maybe the rest of the world will too. Maybe Maybe Maybe