Someday: A poem 

At the stroke of midnight, in the glade, sunshine 

with stars sparkling in the sky’s diamond mine 

The energy in the street brimming with honest vigour 

A deer in deep conversation with a tiger 

On the waves, sharks frolicking with the surfers 

Boats of refugees finding welcoming harbours 

Rainbows caressing windows, not thunderstorms 

Drones delivering delectables not destructive bombs 

Beauty not seen in the wallet or face cream 

The plains folk sharing the mountaineer’s dream 

Walking the woods where the hunter hasn’t been 

In the need of the hour, the hobgoblin coming clean 

Someday, when the immobile trees begin to walk 

And silent wise wildflowers begin to talk 

Their lessons be reckoned to blank out man’s hate 

That such a someday arrives before it’s too late