It’s hard to gaze so far afield
hard to see more than just Mann
hard when distance has concealed
the world outside. I can only scan
from media within my home.
Filtered through another’s mind
aspects which with care are picked
the earth is more than humankind
love or hate choose to inflict
on nature wherever they roam.
Around me, beauty uncontrolled
the ocean, sky and ‘neath me land
life mighier than you’ve been told
marred only by what man has planned
made from concrete, plastic, chrome.