Metamorphosis

A meager rift in the atmosphere       

One, maybe two degrees

You sense its mood is changing                                                   

Unsettling                                                             

The air, it quivers and trembles

It’s undergoing a metamorphosis                                        

You say it’s nothing to do with you 

And plus, there’s years and years and years

The storms are descending

Each year one more--- earthquakes, tornados

The seas they awaken---- hurricanes and tsunamis

You must claim your faults. 

 Redress your wrongs, before the change is complete

Hurry, hurry, hurry soon, 

You have hardly a decade, before it's all irreversible.