LETTER

Burning Mother 

Oh my people, what have we done?

Our ecosystem is under the gun.

The birds are dying, the insects too,

Oh my people, what will we do?

We pour our waste into the sky so blue,

Our plastics are filling the oceans too.

We leave no room for our animal friends,

It’s getting too late to make amends.

The temperature’s rising like a runaway train,

It seems impossible ourselves to restrain.

The world is so beautiful, ours to behold,

If we are to save it, we have to be bold.

David Page

Ottawa