Looking Up

The world is a mess.
From the litter to the plastics,
To the heaping of disposable masks,
On boundary ground:
I see them.
To the warfare
And destruction.
Through once Azure-blue oceans;
A cruel bleaching of coral.
To the birds in the sky
They have wings,
Let them fly.
Plot, and plunder.
A safe place is your own.
To give thanks before
Any glimpse of time.
For what we don't know
Can't hurt us.
Find your solace,
Pray for hope.
Live for life because
This world has changed.

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