Hope is when I walk at the dawn, at sunrise,
And believe we shall become more humane and wise,
Our focus on romancing the oceans and skies–
Our scientists shall engineer a spray-on device
To extract oxygen from water, and protect my eyes,
So I can stay underwater on long, shallow dives,
And a full-body version, so I can live in and explore
In a microns thin pressure suit–the deep ocean’s floor!
Maybe very tiny, very powerful jet-packs
That can be strapped on like haversacks
And let me fly over forests and mountain tracks.
Contact lenses that adjust to microscopic or telescopic vision,
Ear plugs that enhance my power to listen,
So that humans and our planet become healthier, fitter,
Cut out the showy glitter, the waste, the litter.
I feel despair when I trip over a stone below,
And see that the sunrise is the death of the stars’ glow.
I think the same scientists are in a rat race
With chemicals, bombs and germs to totally efface
Humankind, leaving absolutely no trace,
But allowing the earth to bring forth a new race–
Who will cherish her and whom she can embrace!