Spinning Blue Marble.

Whatever happened to the bond between
mother and daughter,
father and son; sisters and brothers?
Was there ever anything there to begin with?

This Earth is small, on the surface,
but so much goes on below our cities,
and our streets;
so much between the meager hours
of 12 noon and 3pm E-S-T
happens beneath our feet...
and above our heads,
and how much of it do we realize
is happening, without losing our heads?
There's no cause for aggression,
no cause for attacks in the name
of preservation.
Sure we all need to do our part, to keep this planet from falling apart,
but if there's any sort of order in this universe,
if anything is ever planned, ever guessed at, ever seen:
then whatever does that planning, should it possibly exist,
will do as it will with us; as it sees fit.

No matter how we treat ourselves,
no matter how we treat each other,
it is important to stand by family,
to keep close to mothers, fathers, daughters,
sons, sisters, and brothers.

There's a world out there.
A whole world out there.
There's a world out there,
just beyond that door.
A whole world out there,
a rose unfurling without prejudice,
without fear, without judgment,
with only nature's grace.
There's a world out there,
a whole world out there.
There's a world out there
that can say it's not ashamed.