Prithee, attend, thou gentle souls and wise,
To hear a tale of warming in our skies,
A change that doth the very earth beset,
And causeth all in sundry ways to fret.
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In days of yore, when men didst burn with greed,
The blackened stone and ebon oils did feed
Their wanton lust for progress, wealth, and might,
Unwittingly they set a course for blight.
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By burning these, they spewed into the air
A noxious gas, invisible yet fair,
This gas, which men doth call carbon dioxide,
A potent brew that nature doth deride.
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Forsooth, this gas, with others of its kin,
Doth form a veil 'round all the world so thin,
That traps the sun's warm rays within its fold,
And causeth Mother Earth to sweat untold.
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By slow degrees, the oceans and the land
Do feel the grip of this ungentle hand,
Which melteth ice and causeth seas to rise,
And storm and drought to plague our mortal lives.
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Now, mark me well, dear friends, as I relate
The consequence of mankind's folly great:
The time is nigh when all that dwell on earth,
Must reckon with the cost of progress' birth.
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To halt this change, we must our ways amend,
Turn from the path which leads us to our end,
Embrace the power of sun and wind and wave,
And strive, dear friends, our noble world to save.
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