In a world where seasons change,
The Earth revolves, the axis strange,
A tale unfolds of warming clime,
A planet's shift in rhythm and rhyme.

Winter whispers, summer hums,
Spring and fall, their time comes,
But as the Earth grows ever warm,
These seasons lose their distinct charm.

The tilt, the angle, not quite straight,
Makes seasons dance and celebrate,
But greenhouse gases intervene,
CO2 and methane unseen.

They trap the heat, reflect it back,
A greenhouse world, warmth does not lack,
The Earth, once cool, now starts to simmer,
Seasons blur, their glow grows dimmer.

Remember well this tale we weave,
Of warming Earth and what we leave,
For younger hearts, a world to share,
A vibrant globe, we must take care.
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