In a Kernal of good corn
Inside such seeds: hope
And millions of futures fed

In the kernal of good deeds
Are all harvests fertile fields
Our hands to bounty wed

If only good surpasses ill
Of storms of greed and needy
No blind minds inept
Or powerful lusts
A contagion of men
Disease that eats all life's ken
To a green house death
As blue turns to desert dunes
Dirt and sky of red
All of us purchased, energies consumed
By hot days' heat
Hell's dry solar breath

If only good were keenly seen
And symbiotic sleepers were awake
In every seed a tree, a breath, a shade
A Kernal of peace
If only for goodness sake.