The sun gives us life, when it shows us its face,
It can warm up the planet, this beautiful place
Or destroy it – kill all life – leaving no trace
It can disappear all together, for months at a time
Never appearing, the bejeweled sunshine.
Humans realease gases
into the atmosphere
Trapping the heat,
Year after year
The sun does its job
It does it too well
It heats up the planet
The temperatures swell
Literary Intent
This poem is different from the rest, as it is purely observational. It states facts, and that’s it. It has an urgent tone, but not one where it urges you to do something. It’s as if the poem knows the earth is doomed, and can not do anything about it.