Barren world

Where once-mighty beasts,

Predator and prey

Served their cyclic nature,

Their instinct

As true to Her beauty as the rain

And Her colored sunshine–

 

Barren world

Full of legends

Spoken in too-silent night

Where even the breeze knows better

Than to land on human faces–

These legends

Are too magnificent

To be believed:

Cats bigger than men,

Fish smarter than children…

 

Barren world,

I dig in your soul

For a place to bury my heart,

For as you thirst,

So my throat croaks for relief;

As you die,

So I die, also.

I hear you, aching world,

But they have taken too much.

 

The Paris Climate Agreement is a collective effort for advancement. What might seem a hindrance to industry to some can only create opportunity and the drive to improve industry in the face of need: need for a robust economy, need for a healthy Earth.

The news that Mr. Trump is planning to withdraw from the Paris Climate Agreement has trickled down the news outlets of the internet and to my unbelieving eyes, and today I ponder what could possibly be wrong or threatening about teaming up with world leaders to protect our people and our planet from poisons that we set loose into the air we breathe.

I remember in Middle School getting into an argument with one of the smartest kids in my class over whether Climate Change was real or not. I remember bringing a long, print out page of web links to him and shoving it in his face as “proof” that he was wrong–Climate change is real. Climate change is a concern. (Though, back then, it was still called Global Warming.) It’s strange for me to look back on that because, these days, people try to separate climate concerns by political affiliation. I grew up in a Conservative/Libertarian type household (though I can say I’ve long drifted away from that sort of affiliation) and I was only a child when I took so strongly to the idea that we were harming our beautiful planet.

These facts aren’t refutable anymore. If you don’t believe in pollution, climate change, poisoned waters and slowly-going-extinct animals in our most beautiful ecosystems, then you’re the crock! It takes a willfulness beyond my comprehension to deny the piles of evidence and studies done over this. I think that willfulness is the key here, because, in point of fact, I don’t believe Mr. Trump disbelieves Climate Change, I think he is stubbornly refusing to acknowledge it in order to further his goals.

I understand that jobs are important; in fact, they are essential! I also understand that there might be setbacks in the short term in trying to create a more efficient way of doing things! Isn’t that like the sixth law of Physics? (Joke.) However, our most incredible advancements as a human race come out of need. If we get comfortable, and if we think that there’s no need to improve, and we deny that there IS need to improve, then our machinery gets old, our methods get stale, we stagnate and fall behind the rest of the world in technology.

Advancement is important. It’s absolutely necessary. Though I fear for all the practical reasons that we will fall behind, I fear most of all that we are irreversibly aging and destroying our planet by this obstinance, this refusal to advance our methods into clean energy. What a magnificent place we’ve been given to live on, cultivate and care for, photograph, paint, write of, read about…The Earth is a living, changing entity, and we must slow the rate of her decay which we have only worsened by our smoke pillars and automobiles.

I won’t be daft enough to say that Climate Change is all man-made. I think that we can’t expect anything to last on into eternity, and at some point our ancient Earth will die. Our sun cannot continue being at the perfect conditions for life forever. In case you, dear reader, were unaware, our Earth is an incredible statistical impossibility. Our sun, a yellow sun at the perfect temperature, and at the perfect distance from our planet, does not cook us or let us freeze. Our rotation, the distance from our moon, the pull of the tides, the change of the seasons; they are all orchestrations of majesty to facilitate life. As far as we know, we are the only ones to have benefited from some an impossible set up. So, yes. The world will die some day. That’s undeniable. However, our planet is as stubborn as we are to give up Her existence. She still feeds us, waters us, houses us, and she astounds us.

I’m scared of losing Her. I consider Her a friend, an inspiration, a satellite of Divinity. We can’t afford to waste any more time.