Half a pin point

The power of the planet
astounds me
from Niagara's cascade
to me,
half a pinpoint,
watching,
as water falls
insignificantly
small..

In my minds eye
I see Pink Flamingos,
picking their way
in salt lakes,
searching out
the blue-green algae.

Bubbles of fish breath
rise in my imaginary pool
deep in the tropics.
The colours of the planet
are beautiful and
soothe me.

Humbled, I am dazzled
by it all.
Golden sunlight floods
the land, drifting
through tall trees,
past odd shaped clouds
to earth's surface.

Above the universe
is sailing by
magnificently-
while, left over from
primeval swamps,
man bickers over
who owns what,
and tries to find odd socks.

poem by Ruth Walters
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