The Gift

I see crystal trees lit in green, orange, and white
It's a carnival out there and neon mocks the night
Nearby a graveyard sleeps under a blanket of dark
Men, dead & gone replenish the Earth, play their part

Seems some of us have to die to turn green
Some of us are now joining in between
With a sense of urgency, even one of joy
Learning to turn away from the unwanted toy

And it's nice to know, some of us make a difference
That's beyond just talking it up at some conference
As a shrinking carbon footprint, a growing conscience
As a part of a collective greed, that eases and lessens

Go on, look around, recognize your gifts
It's every single thing that cannot be bought
Let hands like hearts hold not, for more time than befits
But embrace and empty before the onset of rot

And if people still starve while food's being burnt
It's because the ethics of gifting is yet being learnt
This is truly a beautiful world that we live in
May what's now our gift, grow in its giving

Go on, look around, recognize your gifts
It's every single thing that cannot be bought
Let hands like hearts hold not, for more time than befits
But embrace and empty before the onset of rot