Thursday, June 6

No-Prompt Thursday-Five, Frances Harris

Frances Harris


I’m flying in a space ship,
Looking far below,
The sky is black, the stars are bright,
I’ve been here quite a while,

I look to left, I look to right,
I see so many wonders,
There’s nothing much that can outdo,
The blue orb that’s down under,

It is my home, my refuge,
Blue and speckled skin,
Clouds, and sea and desert,
The lights flick off and on,

Like any traveler far from home
I think about its future,
Are we the ants that matter not?
Or do we bring salvation?

From this place so high above,
We don’t seem so important,
If we don’t care and love our home
We’ll disappear completely.