A Poem For Tomorrow...

Beneath the sky, the earth begins to sing,
Its voice a plea for peace and gentle care.
The oceans whisper truths we long ignored,
Their waves a call to heal, not just consume.
Imagine hands that craft, not seek to harm,
And hearts that love, not seek to conquer all.

The stars look down and wonder at us all,
Their silence urging harmony to sing.
If we could only pause, refuse to harm,
To plant the seeds of kindness everywhere.
What joy to mend the world we sought to use,
And cherish what we’ve broken, now restored.

The forests hold their breath, their roots implore:
“Do not forget, we’re guardians for all.
Without us, even you would slowly fade.”
Yet still, the hope remains that we could sing,
Transforming greed to love and endless care,
Creating rather than a trail of harm.

For every broken heart or act of harm,
A chance exists to heal, to grow once more.
The beauty lies in how we choose to care,
To lift each other up instead of fall.
The laughter of a child, the songs we sing
These echoes prove we’re capable of more.

What if our quest became to seek out more:
More giving, less of selfishness and harm?
What if the artists, dreamers, all could sing,
Their visions shaping futures we explore?
A world where greed and war no longer call,
But love and joy define the lives we share.

The planet waits, its patience worn but there.
Its hope, though faint, still lingers at its core.
It trusts we’ll turn from paths that led to harm,
To choose a way that nurtures life for all.
And as we plant this future, we will sing
A song of peace, a hymn of lasting care.

Let care replace the wounds we used to bear,
And sing of how tomorrow welcomes all.
No harm remains where love has touched the core.