The Gallery

The world and its treasures,
In the palm of our hands,
The future still silent,
We ignore its demands.

The future generations,
Of this earth we call home,
Have a right to existence,
Not sewage, sludge, and foam.

The majesty of flight,
Mysteries of the sea,
The scent of every flower,
Depends on you and me.

Let’s leave to them our children,
Not destruction, waste, and strife,
But beauty, awe and wonder,
At the experience of life.