Galanthus

Here turns a fragment of time
On one night
And sees the planets line the sky
Old Albion raising flagon high
To toast a world about to die
On one night
Simpering, pummelled world
Easy prey for giants of gold and war
Easy meat for technologies' dinosaurs
Who stride and break beneath clawed feet
Any resistance happen’d to meet
Placards held like postage stamps
Gone, crushed asunder
Just some garbage lying under
In the place where the mighty meet
To fight amongst themselves
For spoils of what is left to take
Grinding out the final ounce
Before another makes swift pounce
To add it to their bulging store
Nothing left when there’s no more
Of nothing
When turns a fragment of time
And sees the planets line the sky
To toast a world about to die
On one night
But there, free to find, comes
Pendant drop of glistening light
That in dark night seemed so remote
But surging breaks compacted sods
To rise above the hardened clods
Of earth’s precious soil
Giving bounty that can’t be bought
Bright sight of life and hope
Springs green tipped 
Galanthus