Earth In Us
My fingers wander across the world's map,
as I try to imagine how it withstood
massive eruptions, ice age, and two world-wars,
yet preserving it's natural beauty,
and all forms of life.
I go right in front of the mirror,
and see the person I am,
looking at the craters, valleys,
and mountains molded in me by fate,
later creating a world in me which is beautiful,
irreplaceable, and complete.
I see myself learning from Mother Earth.....
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