The Dawn of Enlightenment

Acts of conservation push aside dark dreams of war to light the path before us. Thoughts of beauty fill a heart that once was full with greed for wealth, at any cost to tree and rock and sea. Giant Cedars now are saved instead of felled for ornament or table top, and fox-fur coats run wild through woods in freedom, almost, as we fight to save their wearers from the jaws of man-made sport. Battery hens receive parole on farms where warders turn the key on cells that up to now have seen no light, 'til light shines bright within the minds of re-born farmers stepping out from darkest night. Ivory trinkets make us cry and mourn a death where once the sight of polished baubles caught our eye and took away our breath. Spacemen fly in missiles on ballistic paths to look at Earth with eyes that see beyond the plans of military maths. Spies in space with blinkng eyes take photos of a bright blue face, whose features change with every shift in thinking 'neath its veil of lace. Terminator speeds away as blackest night explodes into a bright and dazzling day, and minds are filled with wondrous light as dawn expands our crystal sight into the thoughts that light our life. Down we go on bended knee to think a thought and save a tree, and killing ceases all around when voices massed can make the sound of angel's trumpets blasting loud. All is thought and thought is all it takes, to turn a frown of hate to beaming smile that lights a Planet's face.