Crystal globe

The world is your object

it is a home, 

in the palm of your warm hands.

But you see a face you have 

yet to see,

and Earth grows. 

A person on the street, you can offer nothing to help,

Earth grows.

And a disaster out of your control 

occurs in the

depths of a night,

and you lose grip.

only to become a victim

of what was once

Home

Reviews

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

I like the meaning of this poem, we need to look after our world, for it is fragile.