Hope for us, inevitably
lies within our own freewill
and innovation
as magic, wild and free
serves no master

Horizons of sleeping giants
surround our sleepy valley
we call Earth
Many loom
in shadows
of early morn
but mostly
our problems
are conundrums
of existence's making

The promising rain
comes to feed
the valley of mountains
with giants
sheltering us
from the worst of storms

gathering near;
the time to act
is locally
with your mind
on globalism
pressing need dear

bringing fuss
comes the clouds
blocking sunshine
from garden
and recycling pile,
but fear not
for if you'd change the world
one must start with you

Our summer days
lies within our own freewill.
Many shadows loom
but giants shelter
within your mind's
garden and recycling pile.