The Lone Figure

The heat was stifling, a suffocating embrace

That wrapped the city in its burning grace

The sun beat down, relentless in its might

Baking the concrete 'til it shimmered in the light

A dark cloud loomed on the distant horizon

An ominous portent, a harbinger of woe

As it drew near, the sky turned sickly green

And lightning danced through the clouds, a hellish scene

The wind began to blow, a fierce and violent gale

Tearing through the streets and buildings, without fail

The people huddled, seeking shelter from the storm

As the ground shook and buckled, a terrible form

Amidst the chaos, a lone figure stood

Gazing out at the destruction with a heavy heart and troubled mood

He knew the cause of this disaster, this great upheaval and change

It was something he had warned of, something he had tried to arrange

The climate had shifted, there was no turning back

The world they knew was gone, consumed by the rising sea and the raging attacks

And as he watched the chaos, he knew it was only a matter of time

Before they all fell victim, consumed by the very forces they had defined

He turned and walked through the rubble, his steps heavy with despair

He had tried to warn them, to make them see, to show them the error of their ways

But they had ignored him, dismissing his words as the ramblings of the mad

And now, as he looked at the destruction, he knew he had been right all along

He walked, not knowing what the future held

Would they rebuild, create a new world from the old?

Or would they suffer, forever struggling to survive

In a harsh and unforgiving world that had not thrived?

He didn't know the answer, but he knew he couldn't give up the fight

He had to keep trying, to find a way to make things right

It wouldn't be easy, but he knew it was the only way

To save the world from the ravages of climate change, come what may.