El Nino effect in PNG-Poem

In the highlands of Papua New Guinea's green heart,

Where gardens once bloomed with sweet potato and taro,

El Niño now walks with a dry, silent art,

Turning fertile earth to cracked, thirsty sorrow.

Frost paints the nights white on the mountain slopes,

Killing the crops while the people still sleep;

Rivers run low and the water hope fades,

As drought tightens its grip, slow and deep.

Provinces feel the long dry season’s weight,

Highlands under alert and strain;

Dams fall, power flickers, gardens wither late,

Millions face hunger if the rains still refrain.

Below-average skies for nearly a year,

Pests and the heat join the frost in the fray;

Food stores grow thin, meals grow sparse and austere,

While communities watch and prepare for the day.

Stronger this time, the models all say,

Likely to linger past this year’s end;

Heaviest blows may still arrive,

Before the soft rains finally begin to mend.

Yet in the Islands a different refrain—

Wetter patterns may soft the dry blow;

Still the mainland waits under El Niño’s chain,

Hoping for mercy the seasons will show.

So PNG stands, resilient and proud,

Mapping its waters, preparing its ground;

While the Pacific pattern moves quiet and loud,

And the people endure till the rains come around.

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