Buried in coal. Buried in oil. Burned too much,
too fast, the planet warms if I go up in smoke,
but then, photosynthesis! –
I’m absorbed from air in green leaves of beech and oak.
I sparkle in the heart of every diamond ring.
Am I not one of life’s building blocks?
A green hope, capture me in meadows,
bogs, wetlands and seabed’s chalky rocks.
Drought then floods: overwhelmed with CO2,
ocean and temperature rise by a degree and more.
But still, in whales I swim deep,
in newt crawl to land, in skylark soar.