The New Sun The Big Bloom A poem by Catherine J. Moore You have this rare capacity To awaken our humanity You are tuned to potentials yet to come The Wright Brothers plans - where did they come from? With one hundred and sixty five million down You prove yourself, then you play the clown Your salary is a little joke One dollar for the mayor bloke You clear the path with heart and hope You lend a hand, you don't steal the rope You ride the subway with a smile Patron of Manhattan Isle Your 2030 plan will flower Garden roofs and hydro power You pass up a game of monopoly To play at Bloomberg Philanthropy Cleaner air for all to breathe We all receive the dream you weave So let's commence, let's begin The Big Apple project, the big Win-Win