The calendar year has changed, 2022 has ascended or descended to 2023, depending on whether you see it as a cardinal or an ordinal number. This is not a change in value or position, merely, that would be too clever to be meaningful. It is a change in our choices and approach, a transformation of perspective and character. A change that will lead us to a world envisioned in the poem shared below. A wish that I share with the entire human and non-human fraternity: May we make it come true, so that peace can truly rest on our brow.

Where shade covers
And fruits fall
Where roots grow
From trees tall

Water runs,
In underground streams
A course long and free
Through undivided geography.

Carrying nutriment
That rises from beneath
To transform
In the rays of the sun.

All are fed,
Equally so.
Seven billion
A small count amongst more.

Moistened and soft,
As must be
Giving to give
Receiving what is
Land does as nature deems.

With peace on brow,
We lay down,
Unburdened and unrushed.

We let greed out
We bid it goodbye
In gladness we exhale.

A beautiful occurrence
An effort well made
No happenstance it is.