Translucent spheres

let loose living light leap

from the surface soar

does light it gently creep.

Machines know not

vessels that bleed life full.

My mind it conceives

that which becomes a tool.

Hear my ears do they a

cry from this rock in space.

Tears fear destitute for

my place time seems erase.

Mother earth cries die

in the belly of death below

the light with wonders

speaking outside my window.

Populate we destroy I

see clear on this sphere now

thunder waves torture

the earth in black loud clouds.

Will we ignore logic the

sun as it burns as I do sleep?

Heat that births a fire in

trees that ride along a breeze?

Creation is a part of our

nature but we do now destroy

the surface of existence;

nature is no ones little toy.