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Within the unfolding creation of this Earth,
with its majestic mountains and valleys,
its rocks and trees, its life-giving streams and seas,
Surely man was but a minor afterthought
no more important than birds, or snakes.
Only we see ourselves as exalted above all other
living things. Our opinion is highly overrated
and wholly underserved.
Keeping some perspective, we destroy more than
we contribute to the planet, we feed our excessive
hedonism rather than our humanity. We take more
than we need and we bring other life forms to extinction.
It could be said mankind is the destroyer, not the creator.
Our goals and importance should be seriously reevaluated.  
We already live in and on Heaven, stop planning on
some mystical afterlife, a heaven in the sky, we have it
all right here, most of us just do not know it.
Perspective is everything.
Alone, the old man sits staring out the ***** window,
seeing only what was, looking back not ahead.
The clock is ticking, it is his eleventh hour.
In his last days, this was a man I held dear.
His plight in time, I and you shall too endure.
But, oh what memories sustained his breath,
his heart filled to overflowing. He died leaving
much behind and not at all alone, loved by many.
In his time, on this Earth, he did good works.
I melt like butter
each time his eyes
settle on me

He smiles and waves
like we're buddies
just coursemates

What he doesn't know
is my gallery is full
of his photos

And the last pages
of my notebooks
are filled with poems

For him, to him
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