Astral Observations
Blue and white ball spins
seemingly peaceful from space.
But the nearer we get:
Volcano smoke floats
amongst whirling hurricanes
or are those bomb ‘tests’?
Look at one land mass -
part in fires; other in floods.
Live things run for life.
Closer – past the sights.
Listen to inhabitants’
explosions and screams.
Some silent – praying?
Single beings rant and rave
As others look on.
As we look on -
should we intervene or leave?
Is the planet worth saving?
Or is she working
with global warming/warning
to rid or teach them.
Wait. Let them decide.
After, we can reclaim Earth
or let them join us.
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