light

When our eyes can see,

But we are blind,

Once night has left the day behind

Our other senses are then made sharp

To navigate a world of dark.,

Since we are neither owls nor bats

Imagination fills the gaps

If a leaf rustles, or if a twig snaps,

It must be a predator on our tracks

So, we light fire and huddle near

Then make more light to frighten fear,

We light buildings, buses, streets and trains, 

We want it to be bright day again,

Or even if it was grey with rain, 

At least we could see. 

So sometimes now we miss stars and moon

But we might never see either soon

Since we're burning fuel to make more light, 

Burning fuel without foresight,

Wounding our world and we can't put it right,

And unless we find an answer to this,

Our final road will be brightly lit.