The sun gives the sky one last embrace of warmth,
before it must recede into the cold and lonely darkness.
Yet even in the ocean of darkness that lies above our heads,
light still manages to seep through,
as though it is trying to reassure us that all is not lost.
We only look up in admiration and wonder,
how the sky can house something as vast as the universe?
Or does it only window the vast space,
infinite and complex, compared to the dull and simple
soil we were bound to exist on?
People have never truly been happy with this soil,
which cherishes and contains us
from drifting off into the endless unknown.
For the love this soil had to give for us, was not enough.
So we began to sow and dig into the earth,
through grief and frustration which subsides in us all,
trying to find something that gives more purpose.
Trying to find answers to our unsettled questions,
trying to gain the power we all desired to have,
in order to create our ideal world.
By damaging and tearing apart this soil meant for all,
the ones who have stolen and raped the virgin land,
begin to achieve the goals they had set as their purpose.
We have gained the power we hoped to possess,
by sucking our sources dry, like a parasite.
People begin to falsely embody themselves as God,
since we have shattered the window that imprisoned us,
or whichever illusion makes us feel right.
No one is ever sure if our actions are justified,
but the reality everyone has seemed to banish from their eyes,
is how much of the soil we seemed to have fallowed.
With every year that has vanished beside us,
and with each plow we forced on to the ground,
we simply cannot grow in a hole with no fertility, no seeds.
We had placed this fate upon ourselves,
from those who had tried to flourish through destruction.
Something I can only hope for with a weak faith,
is for the realization to one day blossom in us all,
that our earth is also a part of the universe we adore.