 Helo, mae'r amser yw Sam Illingworth, profiad yr aelodau ymdodol yn ymgyrchol ar Ysgrifennol Eiddiad Ysgrifennol. A ydych yn ymgyrchol i Eiddiad, mae gennym yn ymgyrchol ysgol ysgol ar y gweithio ymgyrchol. Mae gennym yn ymgyrchol ysgol yn ymgyrchol. Felly, y fideo yw'r unrhyw yw'r cyfrifio'r poeth yn ymgyrchol ysgol yn ymgyrchol i ddechrau'r cyfrifio'r poeth, o ddim 40 oes i ddim yn gweithio'r cyfrifio, ac mae'r cyfrifio'r dweud o'r ffyrdd ymgyrchol i gyfrifio ymgyrchol. Felly, yw'r bywch i'r byw, i'r byw i'r byw, i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw, i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i gyfrifio ymgyrchol. Helo, rwy'n Rwf Aelod a'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i',i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'r byw i'. Rwy'n grongan suggested y baetli i'r byw, i'r byw mi'n featig, sy'n gwneud o gwaith o gwaith o gwaith, o'r sgwyl wedi'i gwahodd o'r gwaith. Mae'r gwahodd o'r gwahodd o'r gwaith yn ysgolig i gael ysgolig, yn ymwysig, yn y gwaith, rwy'n credu. Felly, mae'r ddweud o'r gwaith, ymddor, ymddor, mae'r gwaith o'r gwaith rwyf, mae'r gwaith i gael, mae'r gwaith o'r gwaith o'r gwaith, The path bends in a conjurer's trick. It's reveal this shoulder-high egg, skin-smooth, grey, a single heavy thought. Fingers pulled across its micro-pitted face, read no message in its extra curves, cupt hollows in the rock, made by who knows who, once upon a time. For sacrificial blood, good luck. From boredom I was here, the meaning's gone. I take a hand-sized pebble, strike the surface, magic out a mellow note hanging in the air, withing its clon, the absent glacier groans. This ringing stone polished and dropped to lie until the ice returns. Hello, my name's Clint Wasglay and I'm going to read you one of my geological themed phones from my collection, Layers. This one's called Fossil. There is something military about the waves today, uniformly attacking, grinding the applauding pebbles. My eyes pick out a fossil preserved in fallen rock, a spiral of immortality, decay in andante. I wish I were in Misesaic Ammonite, charting vast tropical oceans in search of food, a mate and meaning. Waves whisper to the wind which caresses my skin, shore and sea with my thoughts lying on wave crests, drawn then dash, drawn, diminished again. Cent hill throws even snakes in your form. Darwin saw your evolution from great sea worms. Children sell you to shop weary tourists, but I imagine you're live in Jurassic Oceans, knowing nothing of extinction. Men, all gods. Hi, my name is Bevel Winkler and here's my summary poem for VEGU21. Virtual January Assembly of the European Geoscience Union. E-meaning of thousands of scientists from around the globe. Great variety of topics presented. Union symposia featured in week one. Two weeks in length to spread things around virtually. One highlight for me, the interest in science communication. Engaging discussions in the breakout rooms. New connections made throughout the week. Gather town, like a video game coming alive. Additional time to take in content until May 31st. Games for Geosciences, lots of food for thought. Education and outreach sessions of particular interest for me. Discover something new in many sessions. Introducing Denial 101X in climate literacy. Science to action. A chance against misinformation. CO2 emissions saved about 23,000 tons. Organisers quickly responded to Monday's tech issues. VP co-format, elevator pitches for your research. EGU today for daily news. Rhyme your research to bring out the poets in us. Inspiring presentations throughout the week. Networking opportunities to run into people. Short courses for many different topics. Pop-up networking events for everybody. Intriguing projects where arts meets science. Really enjoyed my participation again. EGU 2022, perhaps as a hybrid conference. Canada. Zircon. This tiny gem from an ancient rock. A perfectly preserved atomic clock. Provides a stym of primordial light. Illuminating ignorance is eternal night. Telling earth's stories. This prismatic mime. Is a capsule created in deep time. Hello, I'm Robin Lamble, a postdoc at Imperial College. This poem is called Too Much CO2. The rule is words with more than three letters must contain a C and an O. Carbon concentrations rocket. Consequences. Catastrophic. For the concentrations control atmospheric optic echoes. Arc cooning gas can torts a comfy day. To be a scorcher as our oceans all become assiduous. And one by one force low coast locals all to run. Avericious for resources. Carbon coffers. Cloud discourses. Woo. Political discord by reproaching consumer forces. Intrachonic economics. Actors are conceived atomic. So we do not contemplate competitors. Cooperate. In a contactless context. We plot. Condemn the concept of social cost. But touch converts cogs to community. To connect is to fix. If we connect oscillating electronics. Elections and ecologic. We can construct a collective economics. For we have but one air to lap ups in. And but one air to fan or kin. We are all lit by but one sun. We die and rot in but one bed and all the gas our ash has fed can go up in one conflagration. The earth are home yet I do feel homeless and alone. Home a prison. Save haven yet I'm going slightly mad. I joke about not wearing pants. Funny because true. Cameron and smile and mascarade. Give them something great. We are not where we want to be. Together you and me. It was good to hear how you've been. See you on my screen. But it was not as it should be. Together you, us, we. But I promise we'll share a beer in Vienna next year. I hope you enjoyed those poems. I know that I certainly did and I just wanted to say thank you to all of the poets that were involved. I hope we'll be back in Vienna next year so we can have the poetry slam in person. But I just wanted to leave you with the words of Robert Kelly, the American poet with his poem, Science. Science explains nothing but holds altogether as many things as it can count. Science is a basket, not a religion he said. A cat as big as a cat. The moon, the size of the moon. Science is the same as poetry. Only it uses the wrong words. Think about the words that you use. Think about each other. Embrace the geosciences. Embrace poetry. And see you next year for EGU 2020.