Crazy climes

Up there, high on clouds
The barren mountains stand
Pummeled and shaped
Slapped by winters hand.
Howling winds driving snow
Relents to sleet and hail
Then a lone stag dashes down
To the shelter of the vale.
Caught out in this strange late spring
By sudden weather like mid winter's fury,
Weather scientists  argue climate change
Unbelievers wont listen to the jury.
But the stag has learned a lesson
And must evolve to suit the climes
Only humans ignore the signs
And one day shall pay for all their crimes.