Alien Observation

Wind circulates, lifting and flattening an otherwise, benign, breathless world, relying also on deeper, slowly moving tectonics, belching foully, scattering seas...effecting change. Seasons like Sun rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or meteor perhaps a compassionate God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling pace of destiny…. Man a defiant offspring, rejecting patterns seemingly not of his own making – good angels know better, dutifully soothingly serving.