The Road To The Sea

'72,

The Blue Marble,

Earth.

She's perched so eloquently.

The road to the sea.

Black pearl,

Tilted in the midnight abyss of space,

Portraits of mother nature.

The road to the sea.

Unique creatures and humans alike.

Although one's actively biting the hand that feeds them.

Navigated over views of lands, 

Illustrated on canvas,

Honey suckles and canyons, 

Eagles, trees, and Pandas,

The road to the sea.

Moonlight over the glistening arches of time,

And moments of each wave in oceans.

There's vivid sweetness to almost everything that grows here.

Almost.

Communion in all revolutionary forces on Earth.

The road to the sea.

There's poetry in tomatoes emerging from soil where volcanoes erupted.

Snow capped mountain tops and Everglades.

Salar de Uyuni in Potosí in southwest Bolivia,

Which grew from Afro-Eurasia born from Pangaea.

The road to the sea.

Seeds are freed destined and determined to roam,

Acknowledged this sphere is our only home.

When the souls and blossoms pollinating and life to disperse.

Earth.

Every feature placed,

On this Blue Marble,

The road to the sea.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I like how you described the earth in this poem