I watch the planet burn from my couch and dream of summer lakes
Now dried up while my tear ducts act up
I long for the vastness of mountains once white
The waking to birds chirping and fighting on the roof
Now I cry fifty shades of concrete and walls
burning my cheeks on their way to my marbled floor
I watch blue planet from my couch and dream of snorkeling days
May I leave the city and go home
May my tears reach the roots of the trees most in need
soak nutrients into the earth and flow into our rivers
May I be a mere drop in the ocean to evaporate from fumes
and rain down back into the city to clean whoever’s windshield.
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