Seeing

Seeing the world from above how strange the blend so obvious; swirls of fields, mountain and valleys, all intermingle and flow easily fit together less like a puzzle then the whole. Seeing the world from below nothing seems fluid; each piece a separate entity still and stationary in place sole survivors in a solitary wasteland. Seeing outside the flow of the city suburbia grows uncontrolled; steel away the earth, trees and sky so that even night steals the moon and stars from the eye. Seeing goes beyond this world so that life is immersed; drawn away from creation and nature leaving behind and a look back to see all that made it living and alive.