My house burnt down
but I don’t see the moon
I know it shines really bright,
but it’s just far too soon
to say everything's okay,
because this loss is truly a boon.
Since the world’s come apart
into sheer doom and gloom
we’re all in this big fight
where nature wants to bloom
and the tables turn,
for our extinction sure does loom.
Now in an all-time low
no longer do we croon,
for our material blight,
when dead numbers make us swoon—
not tens, but millions lay,
lives gone a tad too soon.
Oh yes, my house burnt down
for me to see la lune.
And with its dazzling light
out comes the whole commune,
for between me and you
our worries we must prune.
Since it’s a brand-new day,
no longer can we consume
all things from left to right
“it’s mine”, we did presume.
Life’s become much simpler now,
as back-to-basics resume.
And with this new-found wise,
perhaps we’re not immune
to the pure power of now
in which we hear merry tunes
of birds that sing all day,
to such great-&-good fortune.
For our grand house burnt down,
sky’s clear,
we are with moon.