Contrition
I said sorry to the beech wood
A green cathedral
Turning brown in summer
With the heat of climate change
A sad discrepancy
I said sorry to the sea
A blue mosque
Grey & murky now
With plastic waste
A gift from you and me
I said sorry to the stars
A glinting canopy of night
Blurred now by cities
And a haze of orange light
Polluting legacy
Where are we going?
Covid stopped us in our tracks
A new way of knowing
Not just a set of stats
We will move on
But with a greener map
Lindsay Rebbeck August 2021
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