looking up at the sky,

i can understand

why ancient people thought

the earth was flat

and the sky was a dome

our own personal snow globe

only,

we're trapped in it.

now we know

Pine trees

Maple trees

Birch trees

(and all the other ones,

too)

Summer river water

Winter lake ice

(and everything in between,

too)

Light flurries

Hard snow storms

Icicles

I was born in the morning

when the wind's gentle hands

would fly past me- laughing

should we run through the land

I was born as the birds were

under the eaves

of a soothing huckleberry

In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float

Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions

The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun

A blank canvas, 

Not a scratch to see, 

Not even white 

Just  

Nothingness. 

But then 

One day  

I love the earth,

The trees,

The plants,

The life.

I love the earth,

The way the bugs buzz

The way the birds chirp,

The way the frogs croak.

I love the earth,