Poem: How Precise Can this World Be

Craft a picture through your lens

on every canvas, through the shutter let it bloom

let every wholeness be unveiled as it gleams 

make a film of memory, let it shimmer 

a remembrance of mother earth 

before it extinct

Make a crafty art

lustrous bloom

as there will be no space someday to live on the moon

or any invented planet coming soon 

so accolades to these creatures 

for every smile, they have boomed 

their curves and all their edges 

for every shape, they have forged

their stalks and all the ridges on their leaves 

for every breath, they have aired 

how gorgeous and precise with details, the I am that I am, the Sculptor of nature

Then I began to wonder

how precise can this world be, in our hands 

the little details it holds seem to fade away

nothing has remained the same

an act of respect, greed, gratitude

a heart of kindness seems to fade away  

How precise can these words be 

that our world is not only controlled by every human thinking 

but by everything you call stinking 

or those little details that hold less meaning 

How precise can it be that fate can turn this world around 

a jewel the eyes admire 

the beauty in diversity 

a generation of Asian African progeny

How precise can it be

that a fart can turn the world around

springing fort commotion in an urgent board of directors meeting.  

How precise can these words be 

that a bee sting can manipulate your world for not just a second 

how your fx market reverses, just for a detail ignored, calling the dip to the dip 

and your lads are out there crying their eyes out, getting you more passed off

 

So, how precisely can we make this world be again? 

without these creatures

and everything we've made extinct 

without those little details, how precise can we be?

why do we cut down every plant that gives us hope 

why do we ignore that bond that makes us bold 

doubt, that love makes us whole 

Criticize that race that unifies our world 

how precise can this world be

if not for "I am that I am" the sculptor of nature

who sets everything in place.

Thanks ❤🥰