What of the bright stars
Shining, burning beautiful mass
Make a wish they say
What of the Earth’s air
Sometimes fresh, but often not;
Breathe it in, they say
Earth, our planet; green, home
Sorry that you hurt so much
Fires burn; oceans drown
What of our future
I ask myself, whispering
At the bright stars
About the Creator
Jill Szaroz
Mama. Wife. Christian.
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