Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus  A heavenly angel flagged me down and  asked for a ride into town  For God's sake, on the motorway to  Damascus  This heavenly angel, wise and pure,  proceeded with a guided tour:  "Behold! A shining city of silver grey and white,  Of solar-panelled rooftops glinting in the light  And wind-power generators turning  soundlessly through the night"  Mid-day on the motorway to Damascus  The heavenly angel flapped its wings and  told me more exciting things  Like how one day this motorway to Damascus  Would disappear without trace, the  unsustainable replaced  "Behold! The new New Forest in four  hundred shades of green  Stretching out before us where it always  should have been  A botanical thesaurus for as far the eye can see"  Nightfall on the motorway to Damascus  The heavenly angel looked at me and said  "Well, what's it gonna be?  The long haul, or the shorter way to Damascus?  Choose with care and you will find that one  day there will come a time  When the silhouetted ruin of the  crumbling cooling towers  Are but ivy-clad reminders of a  long-forgotten power"  Must the monkeys leave Gibraltar's rock  and ravens flee the Tower  Before we look and see ourselves for what  we really are?