A Confession Song

Over hill, over dale,

through bush, through brier,

in the water, in the air,

from each lung, to every foliage,

I do wander everywhere.

People call me carbon dioxide,

a carbon hugging two oxygen side by side.

Showing no color, smelling no odor,

with no pain, but only gain,

I am now brought to court by my own fostered.

Some see I absorb infrared;

they scare heat will be piled up.

Doomsday is near – the Earth is going to be smoldered.

Floods, hurricanes, earthquakes and sea level rising,

all the disasters are of my fault.

They do not see how I emit infrared;

they do not know I’m frigid cold.

Nitrogen and oxygen kiss me again and again;

that’s the only way to get rid of their heat.

Never a pollutant, I’m my friends’ coolant.

A coin has two faces; a banknote has two sides.

There is no way to double your wealth

with finest skill in razor-thin slice.

Anything that absorbs emits;

nothing that does not emit absorbs.

The planet will be fine in the future.

Natural disasters are of nature.

Probing a mystery from another side,

naked eyes can see truth naked:

I tune only temperature profile against altitude;

how much heat comes in, the same amount goes out.

Animals demand oxygen and supply carbon dioxide;

Plants’ demand and supply are the opposite.

The oxygen ratio over me is an indicator:

The plant kingdom hundreds times outnumbers the animal’s.

Little by little, one must wonder

how can I avert demise. 

The world will end

if I run out.

When my level is lower,

plants grow slower;

they feed according to quota to last longer.

As my level is raised higher,

plants no more hunger; the planet looks greener;

living turns to be easier and better.

Think over again the atmosphere;

that is something that must share.

Yin and yang thrive with harmony.

Aiding me helps you yourself shiny.

Life is sometimes a joke.

I scold no one for drinking my milk and naming me snake.

A mother would never upset but await

her beloved children to wake!