Most would die

Although we had water

Rough blizzards blew each day

Gone we’re our hopes

Although we had water

Unknown to them had we survived yet

Xeric conditions would kill us all

Mortgages rise, sea levels too,

And gas prices, antitheses to bees

Raging storms, selfish droughts,

Gaping wholes fill the ground,

Although we try to save our world

Unknown to us grows this

Xeric world

Many years pass by

Ages grow old and die

Rounds of friends

Gather and tie loose ends

Another woman another man

United they stand as one clan

Xian, they mourn at the light of dawn.

A bunch of different version, I hope they’re ok :)