Posted in Poetry

Nature’s America 

Storms rage
Is it Heaven or Hell?
Satan’s game
Or warming tell?
We fight to know
And believe in kind
Like so many others
Who wish to rewind.
The answers are hidden
In Present’s past
We can pretend for now
But nothing lasts.
Heed the warnings
Spare the truth
Protect what’s important
Future fruits.
For in the darkness
There comes a light
And even then
Waits Future’s fight.