Sometime later when we would hardly care
there will be trees that bear rich fruit
and nobody will eat them.
Sometime later life will change
from these hasty seasons
that overlap their colours and smells
to create instead a whole new season
that will never change.
Today we sprinkle the gardens of our children
with the wild imaginings of a dry world
and in their fear they grow trees
anywhere everywhere.
Today the catastrophes we created
dictate that there will be famine and devastation
because after the mess
we will not be around to feed our children.
So their infant fingers grow more trees
and they will hide in their shade.
They will cover their reason
and never be brave to dare the sun.