Change the World

    Let It Begin

    2023

    I’m thinking it’s not too late, that our fate is not sealed,
    That the race of life is far from run; we’re not done,
    For we wield the wand of choice, we have a voice,
    We can speak for the Earth, and not let her perish,
    Take care of her creatures and all that we cherish,
    For we’re not ready to give up, or stand idly by
    And watch our mother die.

    Let it begin, with protecting more, then let’s restore
    The land and sea, let’s win back what we’ve lost,
    Before the cost becomes too high, because the sky’s
    The limit and fortune favours those who try.

    I’m dreaming of a new world, of nature unfurled
    In swirls of blue and curls of green, in bursts of yellow
    And swathes of pink, each time I blink another species
    Comes back from the brink, another habitat is restored
    To health, and the wealth of ecosystems returns,
    Emerging from the gloom of the womb to give birth
    To a revitalised Earth.

    Let it begin, with the wolves and whales, as we tip the scales
    Of trophic cascades, and as our fear fades we realise
    That hunter and prey are performing a dance, a rhyme
    That gives us a chance to reanimate the world, given time.

    I’m learning that nature is resilient, that it’s brilliant
    At bouncing back, if only we give it space, the lack
    Of bugs and birds, of fish and trees can be reversed
    In a burst of recovery, as the great extinction turns
    Into a great flourishing, a nourishing of roots and shoots,
    As biota and biomes, cycles and food webs are repaired
    And their bounty is shared.

    Let it begin, with the factories and farms, turning harms
    Into new ways of making and growing, of showing
    How waste can be nutrients, and soils be alive,
    For life coils like a spring, forever poised to thrive.

    I’m turning dreams into action, and gaining traction
    As solutions take hold and scale, as we dare to be bold
    And fail, while tales of our success spreads, like bees
    From flower to flower, the power is in our hands,
    To clean up the oceans, and heal our lands,
    And so I’m choosing to detox, to reseed and rewild,
    For the hopes of a child.

    Let it begin.

    — Wayne Visser