Why was the sky created, <br />stars beyond stars <br />shaping galaxies, <br />countless; <br />in the infinite farness, <br />unbounded, undefined <br />courses, directions, <br />their numbers varying, <br />made and destroyed; <br />light borne from light, <br />darkness from darkness, <br />one in pursuit of the other, <br />the splendid shooting stars; <br />fire, all fire ahead, <br />the past, all ice, just ice; <br />in truth, all a farce, <br />a game of deception, <br />all but the gravity, <br /> <br />But this was enough, <br />so why the earth, <br />why was it created; <br />the atmosphere, the wind, <br />mountains and oceans, <br />fruits, flowers, <br />fields and forests, <br />innumerable birds and animals, <br />water full of fish of all sizes, <br />for the big to eat the small, <br />the stronger to swallow the weak; <br />this animal of reason, <br />the human, <br />leading the beasts, <br />arrogantly bearing his body <br />on his feet; <br />his faces so many: <br />protective and kind <br />like the cool shade <br />or harsh and fierce <br />like the sun's heat; <br />bound in alliance <br />with alternating chains <br />of kindness and cruelty, <br />of love and hate; <br />bound in alliance <br />with fate, <br />the son of Adam <br />the daughter of Eve, <br />distressing, tormenting fate; <br />ever-changing ethics of <br />falsehood and truth; <br />alarmed by deceit, <br />this creature, <br />confounded and helpless, <br />errant and lost. <br />Much was created, <br />so then <br />why me; <br />why my discerning mind <br />opened to the mystery <br />of time and space, <br />the known, the hidden, <br />the ever-present, <br />the realm of <br />doubt and faith, <br />the expanse of the heavens above. <br />Laying bare the secret, <br />why was I then, <br />instead of the earth <br />prompted to look <br />at the sky.<br /><br />Samina Raja<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-was-the-earth-created/
