The Clock Is Loud

The ice did something new — it melted in the summer and stayed gone. The ocean did something new — it got too warm for the fish.

I'm twelve. I shouldn't have to know this, but here we are, and I do.

The clock is loud, the clock is loud — you can hear it from the schoolyard, you can hear it from the cloud.

We are the boss of the clock, we get to choose what hour it is. Some grown-up said it's too late — I said that isn't true.

I saw the chart, and yeah, I'm scared, and I'm a little angry too — so I'm planting a tree, and I'm not planting just one.

We can build the panel, we can flip the switch, we can plant the row, we can vote for the kid who's paying attention.

A degree is a lot, a half a degree is a lot — every tenth that we save is a reef that gets to live.

The clock is loud, the clock is loud — but the clock is just a clock, and we are the crowd.

And the crowd is the loudest thing that ever walked into a room.