Trees Count

Abstract

There's carbon in the atmosphere, it's rising as we speak. It's past three eighty parts per mil, and heading for apeak. It's higher than it's ever been, than we've ever seen before. Says old air trapped in ice, from an Antarcticcore. The Arctic ice is melting, and the sea is on the rise. We've got to slow emissions; we've got to stabilise.

Keywords

• Poem
• Carbon
• Global Warming