Imagining a Beautiful Future

by Melissa Tracy

The future of tomorrow is told by us today,
The tales of the times to come are born from yesterday.
“Look around at all this mess and muck” I hear you say,
The future hangs on our hopes, we act, we sing, we pray.

What is the way to pave our path ahead?
In the coming years the old will surely shed,
But wait we need some action to be lead!
Or… we may as well lay In our own created bed.

The voices many, sides untold, people power, break the mould, bring the sweet to the sour,
the present gifted now, lives on in every hour,
Maybe we replace each weed with a native tree a shrub or a flower.

Time tells that the weeds exist in every age,
We are not the first to exist on Earth’s stage,
It may feel like the future is held in a cage,
Sometimes we do shake our heads in rage.

Yet we are all here together as VIP guests you see,
riding this magnificent rock along our destiny,
the future is held in the hearts of thee,
what we choose is what we will eventually see.

The evolution, our guiding maps, the harmony songs are within our own taps,
held in hearts, stored in leaves, the code of flowers, seeds and saps.

The future of tomorrow can be found in the flowers of today,
look closely to the weeds as well they have a voice to say.
As we garden with intent let’s take the treasured time to play,
With every step and twirl we dance let’s all decide to stay.

Listen to the land and sky it will tell you what and why, turn off the extra noise and haste,
Our imaginings are not fuelled by waste.
To bypass the predictions we could rid ourselves of fears inflictions and sit, sit still within the wild contradictions.

Divine we are as we witness our breath, our beat, our feat the love in our chest.
Still the compass set the tone, no time to pine nor senseless moan.
Enjoy give thanks and gratitude, the key is in our attitude.

Let’s embrace this world we share and celebrate how much we care!

Photo credit: Flint Duxfield.