Beautiful rivers(climate free poem)

I see green

I see blue

I see brown

I see black

And more, the colours of the rivers

We drink green, blue

We drink brown

We drink black rivers

But on our hand

All are clear

What interesting observation of reality

It never occurs to many

That this is important

It never occurs to many

That we are drinking the rocks

On the side of the river

Has been melting for the last 8 million years

Possibly

Something to measure

Something to calculate

But we know that the brown rocks

Easily melt into water.

White rocks melts into salt

Black rocks melts into oil

And glass according to the Mr continum

In other zones it turns into soil

Some clay

Some umea

Some fatu

Anything can be anything

That is my conclusion

If black rocks turns into oil to fuel our cars

Another refto, thank you sir

We are going back to quantum

Put the same rock somewhere else

And instead or it turning into oil it turns into soil

Or black sand

Koe alu ia 'a ekso

Malie e

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