Mountains cover in crystal water
Breathing mist and fog at dawn
Casting wide their white cloud capes
As the morning sun comes on.
Flowers flourish and moss spreads soft
Creeks crackle and churn and roil
How dare you, Man, speak of war and struggle
As the world goes spinning on?
Stuck at your desk of dead, dull things,
Staring at the snow globe life you’re micro managing.
Look up at the glory you would mimic and bury
Look to the miracle you miss as you hurry.
You who fear thunder and fire and cold,
Who don’t even realize how fast you grow old.
Put down the snow globe you’d call your life
Come out and play under this blue, blue sky.