If each house had a solar panel
Built into its roof,
Incentivized so profitably
That few would stay aloof,
Each would be, just like a leaf,
A mini power plant,
Of which there would be forests that
Would furnaces supplant.
The Earth would breathe again, and keep
Its streams and rivers wild,
Its oceans free of thick, black gook,
Its deserts undefiled.
Oh, yes, there would be power plants,
But few and far between,
As urban forests sprouted leaves
That turned the landscape green.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.