The Price Eternal

Title: The Price Eternal

In a realm where oil reigns supreme,
Goldman’s forecast dimmed, a worrisome gleam,
Supply, relentless, from the US did rise,
As the black gold flowed beneath endless skies.

The wheels of progress whirred and spun,
As drilling intensified, under the sun,
Yet, Goldman cautioned, a limit may near,
The oil-price equation, less crystal clear.

Through fields and pipelines, the wealth gushed,
Greed and hunger for profit, forever flushed,
But at what price does progress come forth?
A fragile balance, a question we’re forced.

Nature ached, its ecosystems cracked,
As the voracious appetite remained intact,
To harvest the black gold, our wanton desire,
Ignoring pleas of Earth, consumed by fire.

Goldman’s words echoed, a warning bell,
The future of oil, a tale we must tell,
Perhaps the time has come to seek anew,
In renewable dreams, a path to pursue.

With open minds and hearts, we must strive,
To nurture nature, to let it revive,
For in its survival lies our own,
The choice is ours, a seed to be sown.