Now That We Are Here
Now that we are here, my question is: why?
The sky we were content in exploring.
I sense this mission important, a gift.
Could it be we were sent to save the Earth?
Or, to discover our own worth, perhaps?
Time moves quickly on a scale that revolves.
Solving problems will be no easy fix.
Between and betwixt heated anger's spell,
we will cast our own, with nary a shove,
for, greatly created we are, with love.
March 19,2023
for "Now That We Are Here" contest
By Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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