I See
Through the trees
I see
the world changing,
the slash-and-burn rhythm
of the falling grass
and the burning weeds.
Through the window
I see
the world changing,
the clanging sorrow
of nature’s destruction
and the banging of building.
Through the lens
I see
the world changing,
the constant construction
of cold hard giants
and the fall of the humble.
Through the eyes of others
I see
the world changing,
the games and the profiting
of those who want
and the silence of those who need.
Through my visions
I see
the world changing,
the earth being loved
by those who once tore it apart
and the unity of all who walk on it.
Through compassion
I see
the world changing,
the coming together
of enemies
and the love that was once forbidden.
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