Climate

Was I the cause of the unraveling?

The catalyst of the rising seas 

And wildfires raging through your hearts?

Your souls were desiccated,

Like trees, their leaves wilting and tiny bubbles

In their trunks screaming of the drought.

And there I was with the water

You so desperately craved. 

Ahead, I saw the glacier

And knew of its melting.

But you couldn't see its retreat--

You stood in the middle of the shrinking mass

Proclaiming its strength and vitality, 

While I held the burning torch.