Sculptum Est Prosa (volume 4): The Voices of the Oceans and Trees (poems of climate change)

The world sits on the precipice of social unrest economic uncertainty and a pandemic of historic proportions. We are at a place as a civilization that has up to now been conjured only in the works of fiction. But here we are. I have to ask how much of this has been brought due to our own selfishness greed and total disregard for our planet and the plight of our sentient kin and one another?