Wisps of the forest colouring the skies,

Fiery orange sun melts into my eyes,

Now the climate changes fast as the year,

Rolls over the earth, must avoid the fear,

Turning of the day, to night we’ve never known,

Next day comes another side of this third stone,

Must find calm and hope, to get through the hours,

Harness the energy, of internal powers,

Prepare and really plan, to protect what we can,

Adapt and build bridges, that will stretch the span,

Treat our day as normal, work also for the world,

Care for each other, as the moon is curled,

As the skies roll by, all my thoughts will freeze,

As I watch the sunlight, playing in the trees