Behold The Planet

Behold the rocket; look at it soar,

blazing on high with a deafening roar.

Millions of dollars – don’t ask me what for–

recklessly shot into space.

Behold the 'dozer; look at the ways

verdure and nature are treated these days.

Millions of acres of trees that we raze;

carelessly wiped from Earth’s face.

Behold the soldier; armed to the teeth,

with missiles above and land mines beneath.

Millions are dead. Oh, please take the sheath

and put your sword back in its place.

Behold the planet; we must be astute,

and realize it is the tree — we're the fruit.

And if it's not treated as such, our pursuit

to conquer will be our disgrace.

Capturing The Hunter

From Earth to the Moon,

I’m soaring and soon

I’ve said my goodbye to Mars.

Round Saturn then past

blue Neptune at last

I’m wandering through the stars.

So swiftly I race

‘cross these jewels of space;

a familiar form fills my sight.

It’s Orion I see

– giant Hunter is he –

light years in his width and height.

From Rigel to sword,

from his belt then toward

great Betelgeuse I do fly.

From humble Earth he’s

been captured with ease

by just a glance from my eye.