West, from a bluff, I see a verdant valley
Clothed in varied greens that eyes sight.
Unfolding leaves wishing deep green, dally;
They wait for high skies, warm days, sunny bright :
Producing chlorophyl is their desire,
Multiplying in numbers to pump breath
Onto Earth. Exchange is what leaves require:
Plus sunshine, water, and food from soil's depth :
Life's food, pressure squeezed into fossil fuel
From deep down, this carbon now seeks release;
For what ? Pollution, climate change, storms rule:
Twentieth Century found power, not peace.
Advance walks giant strides, mostly thought blind ;
Words state facts, time arbitrates for the mind.
Ronald C Downie