Abundance
The kind that matters
The kind that brings joy riding in on its coattails
Is found in the most unlikely of places
It is found in less
Less numbers
Less energy
Less pursuit of landfill-bound toys
And magic bullet energy which only fuels the machinery of more.
It is hidden in
The understated
It is written in undeveloped landscapes
It is tethered to the remaining unruly rivers
Untamed by demands to quench our never-ending thirst.
An abundance of joy
Awaits those who graft a new story on to their hearts
Who unwrap the beauty of less
And feel its wonder in the skies still able to permit rainbow views
And starry nights that humble
It opens the door to chance encounters with wild critters
The first to feel the dark side of worshipping growth
Cramming more and more into a country
never meant to hold this many without great sacrifice.