Here and there

P.C :- Jasmin Chew

If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

They said,

From above he watches our every move,

Every deed, good or bad,

Every act, conscious or unconscious,

Every truth, every lie,

Would meet its appropriate end, someday.

If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

Swirling the world seems,

Under the canopy of thousand stars,

Like a swish off a magician’s wand,

Years seem to flow,

Yet a day seems incredibly long, sometimes,

Fossils trust their mark on indifferent ever changing sands of time.

If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

Up an aeroplane I go,

And man appears minuscule,

From even the highest peak on Earth,

Stars appear similarly small,

A petite mother crow nurtures courage,

To win against a mighty eagle, for her offsprings.

If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

Every being is under my purview,

Man looks out to me in despair,

I look through him everyday,

I am a being, I am a God,

I live through the living, and don’t end in the non- living,

If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view?

196 words.

Acknowledgments :- Thank you Eugenia for hosting Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge ( I’ve used last week’s word swirling and this week’s word canopy). Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge( photo prompt). Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge( Challenge is to use If I’m God, why do I need a bird’s eye view? as the last line). Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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