Defying Divinity

Filled with buoyant helium,
Our world flies above the rest.
Swirling blues and greens,
Clouded by patches of white.

Tied of by our creator,
The world still wonders
What being has that power.
No one will ever know.

Everyday,
We step around each other,
Fearing collision for the safety of our planet.
For the safety of ourselves.

With the stroke of a sharpie,
Skyscrapers are built,
New rivers are drawn.

There may be an illusion of control,
But when it was created,
Our buoyant world was bumped.
It keeps floating in the breezeless atmosphere,
Forever in the same direction.

The swirling blue and green,
Are slowly transforming to brown.
The divine tie,
Is coming undone.

As we attempt to step around each other,
Our paths collide even more
And our leaders persistently attempt,
To erase the celestial pen.

These many troubles lead of conflict.
To guns and battles,
Harsh words and poisoned societies.

As we collide and fight and destroy,
We lose sight of our planets delicacy.
One misplaced bullet and
POP! It’s all gone.