Poetry by Christine Bialczak
The sun was not settingÂ
The clouds did not blowÂ
The rain was not fallingÂ
The snow would not snow.Â
Our waters are dirtyÂ
Our land is a messÂ
Our air is pollutedÂ
One must really confess.Â
If we don’t act nowÂ
We are going to seeÂ
The earth won’t be livableÂ
Not for you or for me. Â