Was there at least a single instance in history of our planet when climate hasn’t been changing though? Or is it some kind of Zen haiku - Upon Pacific's stage, Cliffs stand, kissed by endless light, Silhouettes etched by age.

Whispers tell a tale, Of stoic form yielding grain, In the sea breeze's gale.

Erosion's soft dance, Crumbling into the sea's song, Life's unending trance.