Good Day, you awesome human
Praises, to you and to yet another wonderful day.
The great planet has intrigued us yet again. Fishes that look like elephants, white lions, new butterflies, imagination, creativity, brilliance. Oh to be you, great mother Earth, with all of the gifts of creation. The milleneums roll past with their constant changes, destruction and war, pestilence and strife, pollution and pesticides, garbage and waste, plunder and greed. Still the Earth rolls on,with her magnificence and power. Oh, great awesome one, with skills so immense, it’s unthinkable! Power and might, life belongs to you.
Praises, fabulous creator, the life blood belongs to you.
Hurling through space to seek your place in the universe. Tiny by comparison, but with a mission that must be fulfilled. Life forms on all of your surfaces. The new, the unusual, something superb. A new life, the unknown again, awakening our eyes to the new adventure. So, great human, you’ve been everywhere, done it all, there’s nothing new now. The oceans explored, space travel accomplished, the pinnacles of mountains reached. Where to now, for the mind and body of man? Where now, for the spirit to call us? All feats accomplished, all stones have been turned. All quests fulfilled. The power of the human, so mighty and intelligent. Technology, engineering, development and creativity. A unique and special mind, controlling the planet, bending and twisting, changing and developing. A constant pursuit of knowledge that intrigue and curiosity propels. What is that? How does it work? How do we make that brilliant, special interest our own creation. How to control the planet and make it’s mysteries our own.
The fabulous planet spins it’s own wonderful web of mystery and intrigue. Do we know it all? Have we found and conquered it all? Rest in peace oh great creator, you are the most blessed. Times change, the weather hurls it impact at us, driving blizzards, scorching sun. The heat is warming the surface and the snow melts from our yards. Global warming encroaches and trees start to bud. The awe of creation is still your magic. Creatures rise and creatures fall. The age of the dinosaur and the age of man. The unknown belongs to you. Where will you take us, in the magic ride? New environments? New creatures to discover? New landscapes to present themselves and to challenge our bodies and our minds. As the surface is blasted with war torn madness and the oceans fill with plastics and waste, we scramble to stop the doom of the planet. Whose doom is it anyway?
The sun rises and sets in regular motion, the moon follows it’s path across the sky, the waves pound and crash as the tides roll in and out. Regular, like clockwork the natural process continues. We take it for granted, it’s always been there. Oh, and praises, human for making a garbage can, somewhere to put the constant refuse. Garbage dumps and pile high, rotting stench, another kind of pollution. So much destruction for the great mother to bear. All of her children, her marvelous creation, secumbing to the blast of wanton wastefulness and recklessness.
So this is us, the human, so awesome and brilliant. Will you save us great planet? Or do you other designs.
Written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 12, 2016