Miracle Orb
Never Owned, Only Shared
Hawk on the wing
circling through vast blue skies
headed for distant mountains.
Whale undulating through vast blue deeps
marking passage through territories unknown to bipeds.
Consider the surface world.
A world of atmosphere and air.
A world of seas and hidden depths,
whose vastness holds the majority of life on this world.
Hidden. Unseen. Unreverenced by most.
An orb hurtling through space,
through realms far beyond our meager understanding.
Why is there an atmosphere for birds to fly within?
Why do the seas not drift off into space?
What science discovers is miniscule compared to what IS.
Are the laws of physics real,
or do we make them up,
soothing stories to suit our infantile comprehension?
What we know of electromagnetics
barely approaches the surface world of Gaia,
and scratches her surface, not,
though we mar it with our heedless taking.
A world we arrogantly call our own.
A world whose bounty we take for granted…
