you, brazen molecules 

who dare to host life, you are cut down

again and again by the same hand

that reaps your land

shackled by carbon kryptonite 

you gasp for breath in heated waves 

earth tremors and fallow tides 

and like any drowning organism 

enter starvation mode unseen 

unnoticed until someone dares to brush your bones

and recoil upon contact, realization 

gaining muscle and inciting motion 

initiative, and in this light you see a shimmer of hope

for perhaps a better tomorrow 

yet it remains to be known 

what must be reaped remains 

to be sown.