The Earth wobbles like a bobble somewhere in space
Earthlings exist; its an unusual place
Wonderful critters big and small, people short and tall
inhabit the planet, third rock from the sun,
active or passive, there’s busyness and there’s fun.
It is a life of action – reaction, animal attraction,
political peculiarity and religious factions.
Complexity is disguised in the blush of a rose, the design of our toes
or an elephant’s nose.
Who knows, maybe our descendants will laugh at our shows, or ponder over ancestor poems and prose.
Everywhere there are mysteries; questions galore,
There’s the matter of scatter, the journey of sand onto shore.
Our thoughts run deep, our lives play shallow; we are driven by ambition
While we sleep, dreams seep memories and radical visions:
A future in another universe after rebirth, the worth of the earth to aliens, will we act as interstellar neighbors, distant strangers, or friends?
It’s our mission to end poverty, intellectual robbery; wide-spread pollution
There is a solution buried beneath the confusion of every-day living
If the rich keep giving, and we continue to form cultural bridges,
Education advances, then our hearts won’t need to bleed hope,
but sanguine blood. Now God, communicate directly to us.
Continue helping us cope with the darkness and the absurd.
Let the good words be heard, clearly, not blurred.
And the slurred, erased. Abasement replaced with encouragement and love.
We are not beyond forgiveness, we are not lost, we must work hard,
Because freedom from suffering exacts this small cost.
I look down and see 5 billion bipeds cooperating, persevering,
thriving and surviving. They are all working, eating, drinking, thinking. Thoughts trickle from the mind as collective laughter and tears: will they be here to endure the hardships brought by another 1000 years?
Sure. If they continue to play their part, and think with their hearts,
Humanity and sanity will still be here.
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