The sun shines fiery red,
The sky is sparkling bright,
It is a dazzling sight.
The temperature rises high,
The heat makes us sigh,
Forcing us to utter a cry.
The sun becomes fierce,
The redness turns vitreous.
It evolves a lot of fears.
The trees are cut,
The flow of water is shut,
The land turns into a rut.
It is an ominous portraiture,
It is a neglect of nature,
It is an environmental disaster.
There is no retributive action,
Summits are arranged for discussions,
Involving expenses in large proportions.
Leaders fly across the world,
Talk long with eloquence gold,
Return with no solution bold.
Years go in speed,
Yet there is no lead,
To sort out the bleed.
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