by davebarclay1954

If today feels like a good day to live
And tomorrow hasn’t arrived
Whose to say it’ll be a good day to die
It could be better than today
Things don’t always follow patterns
Whereas nature tends to
But nature is a woman
And we’re trying to kill her dead
I see colours everywhere,
Mainly white its true
But spring will come eventually
If only for a day
The arctic is thawing
And problems this is causing
We seem to be drifting North
And freezing while the sun is shining