One day it will be too late for Powerful Men 

To realize they are not stronger than this glorious Earth.

Greedy Greenhouse Gases will exhale

For the last time into a cloudless sky.

They watch their Powerful Wealth,

Wilt like lettuce leaves on exhausted soil.

Powerful Tools will cut down their last tree.

It will not even transform into paper before,

Their Powerful Trucks useless,

Entrapped by a dust storm,

Relentless as their corruption.

Their Powerful Flags will burn,

On the torches of prejudice they carry.

One day it will be too late for Powerful Men,

To realize that they are not buoyant.

They will find themselves anchored by a net of plastic,

To the bottom of the chilling ocean -

The one they said would never rise above them.

Dolphins will laugh, whales - sing, 

While hurricanes reclaim Powerful Houses,

Like they are bobbing bathtub toys.

They will watch their Powerful Cities flood,

The overburdened dams - broken.

Gorgeous Glaciers, infinitely larger than Powerful Ships,

Will split the ocean into tsunamis when they shake their hips.

Powerful Leaders will lose their precious bootstraps,

To hypothermia in the Ice Age they invited.

But for our Endearing Earth,

Spring will come again.