For years She sat and watched humankind
throw away her vastness in the morning sunshine.
She created them all
and now watches them fall.
Her bosom not full of hate or black,
but humanity’s black hole is taking her galaxy soul
down down down
deep deep deep.
The light that reaches out of her
can’t even escape.
Swallowed up by nothing and everything.
Trees shiver and shake
Leaves howl and twigs scrape
Into an empty night
The twinkle we see
are crystal tears
made by love that she artfully crafted
from all of the collisions and smacks
from all of the desperate searching of an answer
that we’ll never know the answer to
because it is as Dynamic as the Ocean.
The Ocean that houses so much life, constantly churning and mashing
until something New appears.
We were once new.
She saw us crawl,
saw us bite,
saw us destroy in the name of us.
Yet, she watched on, loving us just the same.
She probably can’t help but love us,
and us her.
Because she controls everything,
we are just a sugar grain
in a swirling ice cream galaxy
in a frosted Universe.
She is the cherry that makes us, us.
They say she is a beautiful thing.