The Ghost of Global Warming

In a forest ablaze, with the smoke rising high,
A denier stood firm, arms crossed, with a sigh.
“Global warming’s a hoax!” he shouted with glee,
While the flames danced around him, wild and free.

But lo! From the ashes, a ghost drifted near,
With a sigh full of wisdom, and eyes that held fear.
“Dear mortal,” it chuckled, with a voice like a breeze,
“Do you really believe that this all aims to please?”

“Your science is flawed!” the denier retorted,
“Just a bunch of tall tales, all heavily supported!”
The ghost rolled its eyes, in a spectral display,
“Tell me, do you think I’m just here for the play?”

“Look around you, my friend, at this charred, blackened land,
The truth isn’t fiction; it’s right here at hand!
While you cling to your doubts, the world starts to burn,
And yet you insist that the science won’t turn?”

“But the weather’s just fine!” the denier scoffed back,
“Just a cycle, a phase — nothing’s out of whack!”
“Oh really?” the ghost laughed, with a chuckle so cold,
“Tell that to the glaciers, the stories they’ve told.”