Crimson skies report a threat,
nature will collect all debts.
Smokey clouds appear upset,
warnings came but reached neglect.
Everyone could have done more,
but instead chose to ignore.
If they knew what was in store,
would they listen to their core?
Now the future stands in place,
regrets and shame interlace,
Conservation soon embraced,
so mistakes can be erased.
Present times form future news,
try hard to preserve bright views.
Can we refrain from abuse,
learn to live without misuse?
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy