Butterflies and Hurricanes

I wonder if governments will look up 

at the blue skies

At the clean rivers and lakes and stars, 

and for once look beyond profits, 

investments and balance sheets 

I wonder if they’ll look at the 

pollution levels plummeting

and feel a new bud of possibilities 

sprouting inside of them

Maybe they’ll realise that without 

all the bling, our planet glows

I wonder if they’ll finally realise how 

good our lives can be 

How brittle we are as a species, how vulnerable,

 how endangered 

I wonder if the politics of hate will cease, 

maybe the routes

of all our prayers will merge 

and call out to the same god

Maybe when we finally unlock our doors 

and walk out 

All our greed and prejudice

would have melted away 

And all that’s left is love, gratitude,

respect and kindness

But I dream