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.
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