Beauty of Earth
Gary Gin

Gentle breeze     wanders through,
passing           my thoughtful form.
Organic trees     connecting with life
standing in one place,
alive but stationary.

Their wonder,     and life's wonder
fills me          as it has before
fills my heart,   my soul
like so many times
before.

Birds argue with grace
voicing protests, but gently
no evil   to their cries

Grasses wave, conforming to the wind
unconcerned with happenings around them.

The Beauty of Earth Seems to Elude Humankind.