Captive rivers tip over from glassy exteriors,
Breakable to wreckage from broken coal ships,
Glaciers sail through unwanted temperatures.
Swimming alone through tides coming in,
Are flocks of sea creatures without habitats.
Lands become open water ocean views
As foundations break in thousands of pieces.
Rafts and safety vests thrown in the ring,
As we navigate shaky waters downstream
Making room for as many survivors as we can.
A new world is there, a new world is here.
a poem on the environment