What future? The future is here. The future is now. The next generation can inspire We can admire their ideals Wish aloud they had the power to make change But they don’t here now We do WE DO We can do more than wish and admire The future is here The future is now Many minds are needed Tackling a worlds’ worth of problems Many minds are already solving one problem at a time here now So many solutions exist So many already pursue them Beware waiting for the “best” one The search for perfection Runs right alongside The path of procrastination Try all the ideas at once Throw everything we have at the wall to see what sticks Use the solutions that are here now Some may say “Best” is worth waiting for Being methodical is more efficient cost-effective safe SLOW The future is here The future is now Find the ones who are already Identifying problems Advocating for needs Bringing solutions Give them the resources Amplify their ideas Scale up their actions HERE NOW Solutions will come from above and below From science and beyond From outsiders and insiders Let’s meet in the middle No mind turned away The future is HERE The future is NOW Say it with me The future is HERE. The future is NOW.
Stay on the trail
We say Don’t disturb the environment We believe Limiting our presence is best But is the trail truly separate from its surroundings? Just for a moment leave the trail behind Step on the grass Settle into the dirt Sink into the water Feel the rock The sand The soil Any of it All of it We are not confined to the trails Not our influence Nor our impact We are not separated Kept safe and apart By the trails, roads, structures that we make The illusion of our disconnection From our ecosystems is dangerous Allowing us to only play the role of Savior with our absence Destroyer with our presence Both Savior and Destroyer are outsiders Gods that act on the world While remaining removed Unaffected We are not gods We are players in all ecosystems entrenched in all food webs affected and affecting Only by seeing ourselves in the picture Neither problem nor solution But part of all processes start to finish Can we see what conservation truly is Conservation of balance Conservation of community Conservation of self as part of the whole Static equilibrium is not the goal Our world has always been dynamic Ever changing Ever evolving Each player in an ecosystem gives as well as takes How do we give? Can we balance our give and take Find reciprocity in each unique facet of our world I believe we can We must We will Imperfectly but with purpose Through setbacks and leaps ahead And I need you to believe it too
This little world is like most worlds
Throughout the Cosmos. Here the sun never moves From its place in the sky: Seemingly endless morning or eve, Take your choice. No concept of time. No seasons. Nothing to show the passing of the years. Just that sun. Moons optional. The plants are black Under a dark red sky All sombre All still Apart from the odd cold wind From this planet’s “Dark Side”. For, like most planets, This world resides in the Goldilocks Zone Of a Red Dwarf Star A zone where water may flow Under the glow of a star Like the vast majority of stars Throughout the universe. This world’s residents might well look out Into space With envy at our golden sun With its blue Earth Adorned with a coat of green And its seasons And days and nights. They may learn from us about time About our freedom to roam a long way Without meeting tropical desert And eternal frost on the dark side. They may gasp in wonder At this Paradise of ours As they ponder their black grass And hide from solar flares. No respite from that relentless red sun, No sense of time Apart from monotony. And they might wonder at us, As we fail to care For our glorious world As it basks in our golden sun. Paul Butters © PB 28\7\2001.
it seems to have taken
mold now but there are no cold sounds where verdant things kiss the mountain rounds and i promise this where audobon park grows listening, sighs are met to sighs where homes are you know this; that it's not far
Shapely steaming trees make clouds of their own:
Raining daily on the rainforest. Rumbling jungles serenaded by a clichéd cacophony of birdsong. I love all trees wherever they are: Pinewoods in temperate zones, Palms on tropical isles, Ancient oaks full of magic. See breeze kissed canopies high in the sky, Forests deep in mysterious gloom. Let Attenborough portray the rest. Tarzan and Robin Hood to reign forever. Keep your axes and saws away. Let’s plant as many trees as we can And watch them grow. Paul Butters © PB 18\3\2021.
Written early one Thursday morning.
The wind pushes west
On through the trees As the stars rest beyond the clouds I can’t see a way out As the night sings aloud The forest tells her story As the leaves kiss the ground Nature gathers to scream As no one hears a sound The fire crackles at my feet As the creature’s circle round The vines begin to wither As the redwoods come crashing down I can’t see a way out
What you exhale, we inhale,
a transaction that costs nothing but one that keeps us living. We have been busy exploiting, So keep forgetting that life cannot exist without you. This forgetfulness could end us, but you will rise from the ashes again to nurture life in the future.
Its time now or else it will be too late for humans. Each and everyone must show their gratitude to the natural world and live in harmony with it.
Earth – you little blue gem:
Oasis in a great black desert. Perhaps Unique With your single Moon – Queen of The Tides Or one of millions of Earths Scattered throughout Space. Who knows? Sky blue seas Draped in cloud curtains Hints of brown and green On continents Teeming with Life. Paradise Planet Rich diversity Of plants And animals. Taken for granted I’m afraid By people too busy To appreciate Her beauty. All they do is rip down her forests Bounty hunt for trophies And make her a greenhouse Heading towards a Hell Like Venus. I hope they soon see sense, Close down those ugly factories Allowing our Earth To cool again. Does all intelligent life destroy itself In the end? Is this why space is silent When we should be deafened By radio broadcasts From other worlds? I hope not. The choice is ours. But first we must open our eyes. Open them to the sheer beauty And Splendour Of our Mother Earth. Paul Butters © PB 24\9\2020.