To those who Wander

Need to keep it close Afraid of what the future holds We need to stand above the fall Or we might lose it all Remember the days are young The stars shining above The rivers flowing around The life under the ground For the most beautiful of things Like the song of the night Like the calm of the hearth Like the fire of the light All things can be found on earth If you see it all And are sure of what it holds Even the ones who do not wish to live See what earth can give Be sure, for it's the truth It's right here You can see it right now It's the essence of life The abode of humans It's time to recognize The place of our birth The essence of life                                        - Regi Rios This is a poem I wrote on the topic of 'Save Earth'.

In midst of a black void lies a singular candle-lit cottage. The broken windows ae hastily patched up and the wooden door is barely keeping together. It is but the Maker's Workshop. The Maker works in silence, with only his creations to keep him company. He tinkers with one creation till it's perfect, then starts with a new one. Out of his billions of creations, he is still the most proud of one - Earth. One second in his workshop is a century on earth. He been staring at earth for the past hour, counting the minutes till the end. Another tree falls in the distance, and another, then another... 1 …2 …3, he silently counts. All the rivers have gone bad, another garbage can is dumped in the Ganga. The wettest place on earth hasn't had rain in the past two months. 4 …5 …6, he says under his breath. A forest turned into a city, an aimless tiger roaming around. The beautiful trees he had handpicked, one by one turn to dust. 7 …8 …9, he still unceasingly counts. First the dinosau...