A Global Mess
A walk along the sandy shore,
a warm breeze lightly brushing your face,
the lukewarm water swimming up to your toes,
goose bumps sending you a thrilling embrace.
Summer has finally arrived,
the only time of year that a tan could possibly appear,
unless of course, you don’t travel abroad,
where the sun shines all year round,
but I suppose that’s Wales for you,
With its rainy weather and cold windy breeze,
but I suppose you can’t complain.
Seeing as how we have some of the best Welsh voices on earth,
a beautiful country landscape that stretches out far and wide,
and even though it may not be hot, the land still knows its summer,
or does it?
It seems to me as if the land is confused,
the plants and animals wandering around in a daze,
the weather can’t seem to make up its mind,
cold in the summer, hot in the winter,
ice-cap’s melting, C02 emissions,
when is our planet ever going to be normal?
What to blame?
Or maybe that should be,
who should we blame?
