everything is precious
revelling each ordinary bit
remember the sun is stationary
it is we that are moving across the sky

watch the moon blinking
through the fingers of the clouds
glancing, the sharp winter air

infinite stars shine back and forth
perhaps imagining to each other
"i wonder what you are"

yet, nothing seems new
under the stars
it's long been dreamed before...

where are we now, along the course of
creation?  have perceptions or perspectives evolved?

can we honestly say, we now know the way
to experience more peace and less war

 fly beauty earth...just fly

 image credit:  random Public Domain posting on the internet, creator, unknown.