Climate change: a nursery rhyme
once more the door is shown to grown women and men but still they will refuse to choose to grasp the task at hand. They stand unmoved while roofs descend on heads to come. This home and house is out of hope. We hope once more the door is shown to grown women and men who find the time to move outside alive. To move outside alive. To move outside. To change.
Esther Gilbert
Posted at 14:17h, 28 MayThis is too good not to pass on!
Thanks