Clouds poetry

The Convo that'll cause climate change

At the rim of the mountain
Sits a conversation that'll probably cause
Climate change to hit east the kettles
Boiling second by minute-
Minute by hour storing all the emotions
and wanting to scream out its lungs rage/fury
and the gas stove underneath doesn't helps one
Bit, The leaves they crackle outside shuffling their
Feet's near the door and peeking through the window waiting, for something to happen, inside silence laughs at them nudging chaos with its elbows like what are
YoU waiting for.
-ashes poetry