Cosmologic

amidst panic and chaos I'm soaring in orbit, miles upon miles above earth's surface, far distanced from sickness and hardships, deplorable wars and racial injustice, all I can see is one planet united, and land without borders one side blessed with light, the other set in darkness, one half full of blue skies, one adorned with radiating night-time neon lights, and endless starry wonders from deep blue seas to celadon forests, mountains steep, volcanoes seething with heat, windswept plains alive in the wake of dust amassing behind galloping horses, we all feel the same joy, the same pain, yet we do our best to ignore it. looking down from my spaceship it seems silly at best; the conquest for power at other's expense, but then, again, getting along has and will always be boring