Have you ever noticed the sky? Really noticed it? The clearest most wonderful blue a child knows; the sky. A deep, calming blue like that of night, with the so close yet so far stars littering through out it? The way that the sky is a rainbow stuck in perpetual blue, save for two mere moments every morning and night. The sunrise and the sunset; the sky’s only escape from it’s blue tinted prison. The rays of the sun lighting it up like it does to crystal; the reds, oranges, yellows, greens and purples dancing above us. Sadly, the sky’s most brilliant endeavor is left to its own devices, ignored as we go about our day, whether we be inside, curled under a blanket with the television whirring, or in the car – the stereo pumping out your favorite song and your free foot tapping along as you try to figure out what you should eat for dinner that night; Burger King or McDonald’s.
Can you yourself say you’ve spent just more then a few seconds admiring the sky; its luster dimming as you waste your time staring at the black, blank asphalt, yelling at someone who cut you off, or cursing under your breath for not speeding enough to get past a red light. For that matter, can you yourself say you’ve admired the pungent green of the trees during the summer? Watching them as they sway in the breeze, the light filtering through the branches creating patterns on the ground like stained glass in the late afternoon. Seeing before your very eyes the color changing, bright green leaves fading to yellows, reds, and browns before dropping to the ground, covering the earth like a multihued carpet. Leaving the trees bare for all to see, yet to still remain ignored?
What is it about the earth that we find so minuscule that we begin to take it for granted? As we learn, and advance, and grow, this place that has survived longer than we, begins to crumple under the weight of our egos. What once we found whimsical and wonderful becomes something that we have to take care of, as if protecting this place that has seen us at the many ups and downs of our existence is now a chore! Something that must be done, but not without complaint! When was it that we began to think ourselves better then that of nature? Then that of a planet? When did our egotistical ways begin to cloud our better judgment so far so that we couldn’t see it isn’t the why that matters, but the how. The questions on everyone’s mind shouldn’t be why we have
Why is it that we as a species, throwing away such useless notions like race, can’t even wrap our coollective heads around the idea of thinking not of the problem, but of the solution. The problem is there, and more people worrying and fretting about it won’t change a thing. What will change it is people getting up off there twenty-first century lazy butts and getting to work on what needs to be done! No matter the price we have to pay, or the set backs in technological, medical, or any other kind of advances. None of it will matter if we’ve ruined this place so far that we’re left to face the fate that the earth has set for us. No matter what that fate be, because inevitably for more than just a few people, if not all of us, it will mean one thing; maybe swift but definitely certain death.
I look up at that skyward sea, I watch the blue change with the passing days and hope, that when I again lower my eyes, I will see those of like mind as me. I want to see them waiting as I am; for a change in the masses, in the world. Maybe then we can save what we still have, if anything is left at all. Until then, I lift my head and gaze.