UK TO LET BY FIONA CUMMINGS

UK TO LET BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Silver tears fall from the cloudy sky

The sun wants to shine but mainly likes to hide

The moon goes for a fairground ride

Upon the starry blanket way up high

One moment we have floods

Then it is too dry

There are record amounts of snow

Then Gail force wind

Will we ever get summer

Has the UK Sinned

The birds hunt for their berries

Which are late this year

Sheltering in the bare trees

I’m afraid they are in fear

Who will say that their environment is dying

In flight they need to keep flying

To a country unspoiled by man

To another safer land

Britain used to have four seasons

Summer, autumn, winter and spring

None of them were much different from the other

Out of control we can’t do a thing

The question I have is why

Do we have such an angry sky

Is it pollution

Evolution

Or war

All those explosions can’t do any good

Something is causing the burning wood

The ocean to fight

 Days are turning into an eternal night

Here we are in mid May

Wishing for the shivering days to go away

The weathermen say

June will be wet

July too I bet

What a mess

Before we know it will be Christmas

Here you see the advert

“UK to let