With the mirror lake behind him now, there was a mountain in his way
Which gave him chance to climb up high and, as master of his land, survey.
The slope was steep but the ground was firm and the air was crisp and clear.
All around him there were sounds which were pleasant on the ear.
Soon, he was atop the peak and there was Airy Land -
Above him and below - yet all in the palm of his hand.
For the first time he could see it all - stretched out before his eyes.
There was so much more to it out there than he had realised.
No sooner did he have that thought than he became aware
Of something somewhere calling him - but he had no idea where.
So he sat and waited for a while taking in the view,
Knowing that his messengers would come when they were due.
He slept a while and, in his dream, he saw a tunnel undersea.
He saw a space ship and an Inca man and wondered what it could be.
When he awoke his answer came for there before his eyes
Hovered a huge and alien craft - one of many in the skies.
Just as quickly as it came, the strange ship disappeared
And below where it had been the vegetation had been cleared.
His curiosity aroused, he made his way down to the spot
Which was devoid of any growth and unexpectedly hot.
A short way on he saw another and still more further on
Which were hotter still and same in size yet the ship was long, long gone.
Soon he came to another beach where there were people all around
And machines were whirring gently around a great hole in the ground.
The barren spots were seismic tests and the craft were scouting the earth
For a rare type of mineral for energy which was of great celestial worth.
The hole became a tunnel - rectangular and cold
Going underneath the ocean following a giant reef of gold.
Then suddenly and army of gold-clad Incas came his way -
All workers, carrying loads of ore up to the light of day.
Now why would space craft need the gold and why were the Incas there?
His answer came from all around as if it were the air.
The gold was not the issue - that just suited the Inca’s wants -
But its byproduct, uranium, drove the deep space power plants.
And underneath this ocean was enough to meet their needs
While the gold was just the payment for the Incas’ helpful deeds.
In a natural symbiosis and a fair exchange of trade,
The plentiful gold was cast aside - and the rare uranium carefully weighed.
"Are you part of my Airy Land?" the friendly man asked the air.
"We are part of everything you are - where you feel us, we are there."
The friendly man then thanked his host and made his way above -
All the time aware of an intensely strong feeling of love.
And then it all was clear to him - it struck him in a flash -
What we take to be so valuable is too, another’s trash.
Of course, it was so clear - there was no right - there was no wrong.
Just different ways for different folks to need to get along.
Gold remains our currency while uranium is their drive -
And as long as that remains the case, our future is alive.
As he walked away from that excavation site
He saw the whole of Airy Land in a whole new different light.
Once more he left the scene behind - just following his nose -
As another day in Airy Land came to a peaceful close.
SJ
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