Poem: Eyes of the Planet

Told through the eyes of our Mother Earth

Through the eyes of our Mother Earth. Pixabay

I am the eyes of the Planet
I gaze at all — a natural habit.
I watch the bubbling stream
And wonder if it’s the Planet’s dream.

I see the people day by day,
Some at work, some at play.
Life in cycles comes and goes.
Does the planet have some woes?

I am the eyes of the planet.
Eating fish and trapping rabbit.
Around me buildings soar and gardens grow.
I wonder if the earth says no.

I gaze at earth and moon and stars
And note the carbon spewing cars.
I am glad I have some eyes,
But I wonder if the Planet cries.

The Planet uses me
As an instrument to see.
I wish I could change my sight
And only offer her what’s right.

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