Everything points to a brighter future.
What fuels our world’s beauty, forests, fields, and gardens?

Is it not decay, the litter-layer, scrap & waste, the uncultivated?
Reclaimed?  New life springs from deadwood, from the effluvia.

Superfluous matter feeds life and produces the crown
This the natural world wears on her weary head.

As they say of one man’s trash or animal regarding that matter . . .
Our systems are breaking down, thankfully though painful;

Giving hope of a bright new world springing forth.