By Nicholas Hooper

To see a new place
To smell a new scent
of places round the world
it seems heaven sent.

To find a new sea
To swim and be free
in waters clean and warm
is like heaven to me.

To fly round the world
to a warm destination
so quickly to travel
and see every nation.

We think this is fun
We think it’s our right
Take a plane to antipodes
The glory of flight.

But think of the cost
The debt we don’t pay
To a world almost lost
for we will have our way.

A world almost lost
With each flight that we take
The further we travel
The worse we things make.



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper