what a weird little world

What a weird little world,
you sit there and ponder,
with its silly little merits,
leaping out
as you wander.
Squirrels of gray and brown,
birds of bright red,
flurries of color
wait just overhead.

What a weird little world,
with its oceans and seas,
depths bursting with life
that may never feel 
the breeze.
Turtles of greens,
crabs and fish thrive, too,
look close, and they may
make their presence known
to you.

What a weird little world,
with its clouds and clear skies,
comets streaking the darkness,
stars held
in your eyes.
Swirls of great violets,
greens and pinks 
swirl in blue,
but none could compare
to the wonder
of you.

What a weird little world,
with its trees of great height,
branching out for the skies,
try to touch,
it just might.
Birch and spruce,
willow and oak,
emerald and jade,
hiding you
in their cloak.

What a weird little world,
with its fights and its wars,
children cry out,
families mourn.
Flashes of white,
orange, yellow, red,
it will all carry on
as you're resting your head.

...

What a weird little world,
with its bad and its good.
We waste it, yes,
but we thought
that we should.
So when the end comes,
and our world 
waits no longer,
tell me,
my dear,
will you sit there
and ponder?