Plants grow, waters flow
They’re all sunshine in the end
Sunshine is the one great flow
Electricity’s a flow
Use it now or it will go
Save some in a battery
You’ve only moved a piece of flow
We’ve been told but it’s not so
The economy can always grow
The black stuff in the ground
Is fossils of an ancient flow
300 million years ago
Plants locked in an age’s flow
Then it slumbered underground
Until a drill burrowed below
Men pulled it from its rest
In its buried treasure chest
They burned it to make wondrous things
No one had ever guessed
“By coal and oil we’re blessed!”
They hastened to attest
Not knowing we would pay a price
For this mischievous guest
Its heat is not compressed
But travels east and west
To clear the air of its fell smoke
We must forsake it as a pest
But how can we divest
A boon so manifest?
Ages of sun in useful form
It gave us as bequest
Solar flow is steadiest
No trick of compound interest
Gives finite stuff the power of endless growth
Ash is useless to invest
From excess dissent
Growth has to relent
Go with the flow, live in real time
Or brace for descent