Robert Frost set the tone but I set the focus.

Watching a World Stop
Makes This a Difficult Evening

Whose world this is I think I know.
Man’s home is on the soils below;
They have not seen me starting here
To watch their world fill up with pain.
My little brain must think it queer
To start without a solution near
Between dying lands and warming lakes
The darkest evening of man’s time here.
Nature gives her warning bells a shake
Wanting man to learn of their mistakes.
The only other sound's the weep
Of life dying due to man’s debate.
This world is very large, dark and deep.
But it has promises to keep,
And lifetimes to go before all sleep,
And lifetimes to go before all sleep.

(Please read the original, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening”, by that wonderful writer and earth caring individual Robert Frost)