In the heart of tiny islands where the ocean calls,
Rise voices of change from schools and halls.
Children once silent now boldly proclaim,
“We are the climate heroes — remember our name!”
From chalkboards to recycling bins they march,
Under sun-soaked skies and banyan’s arch.
Lunchboxes packed, not plastic but steel,
Learning to live with the planet’s zeal.
“Reduce, Reuse!” the posters shout,
Students plant trees and clean streams out.
Cans and bottles, once tossed in haste,
Now sorted, weighed — nothing to waste.
Each bottle tells a story grim,
Of coral choked and waters dim.
But hands so small, with hearts so wide,
Lift each burden with youthful pride.
At Ottos, Clarehall, PM, and All Saints,
The warriors come in eco-paints.
Bright Hack winners and term top schools,
Redefining cool with climate rules.
Every hallway hums with change,
Their science projects bold and strange:
Solar cars from bottle caps,
Windmills spinning recycled scraps.
The bell rings loud, but not just for class,
It signals the shift that’s come to pass.
From plastic tales of past despair,
To halls of hope and future care.
From climate clubs to service teams,
These halls now echo future dreams.
Of compost heaps and garden beds,
Of action plans and solar sheds.
But it’s not just projects, grades, or gold —
It’s values deep and courage bold.
To speak, to act, to take a stand,
To heal this scarred and weeping land.
Now classrooms double as labs of light,
Where wrongs are righted through student might.
Their tales aren’t fiction, fable, or gloss —
They’re daily proof of youth as boss.
For in these schools, there’s more than books,
There’s purpose in their daily looks.
They dream of justice, green and fair,
And act like the future’s already there.
So here’s a rhyme, a call, a cry —
From plastic piles that touched the sky.
To students who said, “Enough’s enough!”
And proved that even small is tough.
No cape, no wand, no magic potion,
Just grit, resolve, and a true emotion.
Their halls are brave, their schools alive —
In climate’s race, they strive, they drive.
From tales of plastic to rhymes of resolve,
These youth are the mystery we all must solve.
For if in their hands the future lies,
Then we must support, not criticize.
So listen close, heed their calls —
From classroom floors to assembly halls.
They’re climate conscious, proud and tall —
Writing tomorrow with no fear at all.
