I see Earth changing, the varied beauty I see,

Those of the beach, each one changing visions as it should be quiet and serene,

The forest changing it’s vision as its trees are taken from them or us,

The ice cap changing it’s vision as the ice melts, or we melt the ice,

The land changing it’s vision as the town floods or the animals suffer,

The politicians changing what belongs to them in the world, the people changing from the land below.

The ignorant changing from their seats, the motivated changing as they take to the streets,

The butcher’s vision, the Earth butchered as we pollute its feats,

The old vision, the kid’s on their way to the beach, or the woods or the north pole,

The broken vision, the environment changing or breaking as time moves on,

The forgotten vision, the scientists warning and preaching, with no help given,

The enchanting changing of the mother nature, or of the adults doing nothing, or of the kids standing up,

Each changing what is important to him or her and to none else,

The Earth what belongs to the Earth – one day the party of the politicians, careless, passioned,

Changing with hopeless plans their untimely changes.