Through the Window

Thoughts on our interconnectedness and how we must save our home.

Through the window I can see

So much that Spirit's given me.

The bird filled trees, the shapes of green,

All cloaked by light and touched by wind.

  

But eyes can only see so deep,

While heart knows bark and leaf as kin,

And giants made of mountains sleep

Quadrillion lives upon their skin.

And cities made of rot and rust

Now tempt us to forget our past.

From whence we came, and what is right,

While this blue ball hurls through the night.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful stanzas here. My connection on this planet is through the eyes of someone connected to the natural environment. That keeps me sane when organised religion and warfare do their best to cause destruction. I am spiritual person by nature. I felt some connection to your thoughts here.

Chris