This particular picture brings to mind a poem I wrote about The Earth.
The astronauts took pictures/ when they flew above the earth/ showing earth a huge orb/ floating out in space/ holding within/ all the human race.
The continents are very small/ when compared to the oceans wide/ fire in the belly/pushing mountains very high.
Lava flows, building land/ washed away with tides/ the mystery, and the intrigue never, never hide/
Flying in an airplane/ the clouds are thick and wide/ hiding earth below/ as you see them floating, rising,/ swirling in the winds/ taking, shaping/ like angels with wings.
Standing by an ocean/ looking at sand dunes/ watching waves roll into shore/ endless/ like a tune./ timeless like a sunrise/ or a fading moon.
A time for life's reflections/ to say a prayer or two/ for all the souls/ spinning in this axis/ going round and round/ heading for infinity/ where life abounds.
I hope you visit your 'minds eye' and find peace and contentment.
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