World Environment Day (Climate Change)

I look at the sky That has lost its blueness A piece of grey apparition instead Someone has covered the earth with My hands tremble As I try to pick up the flowers The petals are heavy Like eyelids under the weight of sleep With fine dusts rising from Mining activities They say you will lose The moon and the stars in A few years How can I write about The beauty of my lover How can I take shelter at the Riverside under the canopy of An illuminated sky of the summer night My poems will be about misery Humans suffer in their own hands And not about peace and love and Compassion we have been seeking