One must not be subtle or delicate about climate emergencies.
Who shall dry my tears
when the flowers are gone?
Not the morally bankrupt,
nor the weekend warriors.
Caught in your own bubble
of flattery and deceit.
Walk into my parlour. Take
your seat. Parliament is now in session
and treachery abounds.
Watch your step, watch your back,
said the spider to the clown.
What goes around, comes around.
Earth, she will not wait.
Isn’t this worth saving?
Response to Lens-Artists Challenge — Delicate.
About the photos – the first two photos were taken by my son in the course of his environmental studies. The last photo was taken by me. I liked the delicate colours and the cute little insect.