Many do not see the beauty of Earth. The wonderful shimmer of light in the
trees. The clouds white on grey white on grey - dark clouds - wispy clouds.
The very sparkle of stone and rock like many diamonds and jewels encrusted
within them. The sound of the breeze in the trees on a warm summers day -
and the hurricanes and blizzards of the tempest.
From little flowers that reach out and grow to see him.
To the tall lofty trees that want to be for him.
To the sands of the deserts - each one a small piece beauty - and the wild
grasses and the lovely sound of rainfall.
The rushing water of streams - and oceans where water rises up for beautiful
surf and waves and men seek to explain with scientific gravity of some blob
in the sky called the moon.
The boring mundane nature of the human scientist.
And the boring mundane nature of so many humans who cannot hear nor see.
Words that fall on barren ground - words that fall on deaf ears.
Words that will never be spoken again.
As the beauty of Earth with the litter and the fallen trees and the greed of
man for comfort and materialism like a blight slowly destroys the paradise
and pristine clean perfection it once was. Sunsets with the green and blue
of pollution. Factory chimneys against the skyline belching out smoke.
Condoms, coke cans, old McDonalds boxes left on beautiful sands.
THE BORG