Yellow

Another yellow clouded day.

The sun won’t shine.

What good could there be,

when the world burns?

What can we do,

to stop this insanity?

I don’t remember often,

wishing for the bitter cold of winter.

When smoke fills my lungs with each step,

and I fear there is no end,

I wish it.

If you can’t take the heat,

get out of the kitchen,

What do you do,

When Earth is the kitchen?

How do you find refuge,

in a world filled with refugees?

There is no place unaffected.

It's all we can do,

To continue.

All we can do,

Is hope for blue skies.