Seeing Earth as it was

An ask of mine needs urgent sating I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude But when God was done and dusted creating And he looked and saw that “it was good” What was he looking at? Were his eyes glued to the Andes As the little mountains popped up like warts Or was it trained on the Ganges As it snaked its way through the flats Did his breath flutter at the Siberian mirror (I know, I know he doesn’t need the air) Did he find the aye-aye queerer Than the way we all find it here Maybe it was the American cays Strung on like beads of gems and pearls Or the Himalayas defiant in the breeze That whipped itself in maelstrom swirls Or was it the terrestrial layout Brown meat between white bread And vegetables, like a chef’s takeout Hamburger with the perfect spread Was it just one point, or was it the other Or volcanic glory, of Etna and Kea Please, anyone, come help out a brother I mean look at the Andaman Sea One secret wish; to truly see And understand just as he could What he saw, that unbridled natural beauty And cry out too “Damn! It is good!”