What Is It? Poem by Mary Champion

A capacity
for activity,
the essence of vitality,
the secret of vivacity,
a requisite of gaiety
and lively spontaneity.
It's wind, it's waves, it's watery,
it's tidal in the coastal seas.
It's gas and electricity,
or atom splitting sorcery
and fusion's productivity
that fuels our solar deity.
It's here for all eternity,
can never be destroyed you see,
but filled with flexibility,
so, changes state quite readily.
It's love and lust and jollity,
it's life's essential quality.
It's tough when there's a scarcity
and those too poor to pay the fee
charged by the giant companies
will often have to starve or freeze.
It's the right of all Humanity
to have a fair share guarantee -
an elegant sufficiency
should come to ev'ryone for free.
But justice is a quality
denied in our disunity.
And so, I end my poetry,
with further rhymes eluding me.
The theme of my verbosity
is everlasting ENERGY.