Yesterday I wanted to save the planet, Today I think it’s us humans who need saving. Trapped in the illusion of our grandeur and our values, It’s easy to forget that Earth has been long-standing. Humanity evolved in time through learning, And inspiration came from all the shapes and sounds around us. Our earthly teachers taught us how to live and how to build, But we were open then, and we could hear their guidance. Nature has done its thing and thrived, without our intervention. How could I be so vain and think that I'm its salvation? Some say we are connected, and that we need each other, My truth: nature can live without us, but we would die without it. It makes me sad to see how much it gives us, not asking a lot back, Except that we respect it, but we're too self-absorbed for that. Stuck in the land of old habits, how can we find some meaning? Maybe by looking at our issues as wounds that need healing? What if things are not changing because we're pointing fingers? Because we focus on the problems, and not on fixing things. I felt a lack of power when I looked up to our leaders, Demanding justice for the planet in a childish demeanour. Though I might feel small, I’m also clever and I’m strong, I think the giants have grown tall because we fed them, Consuming with our pain and void, and not with our soul. I’m hanging on to the belief that in my hands I hold the power, To make them shrink the moment I’m awake or when I’m whole. Bucky's wise words invite us all to hope and dream. He said: create new, better ways, then watch the old ways fall. So, how will I choose to live my life while I am here? Will I stay small and scream, and hope someone will hear? Or will I choose to dream and find in me the power, To heal myself, and maybe help another feel empowered? I choose the latter, and won’t rest until I find a way, To play my part, even if small; to build another step. We’re all in this together, trying our best to stay alive, But I dream of a world where we're all whole; and maybe even thrive.