Underneath Your Feet
words by Cindy Peng
photo from Unsplash
photo from Unsplash
I like to see people
When they play games
Run and jump
In the rain
But they turn to hide under umbrellas
For the rain becomes corrosive
I like to see people
When they open windows
Breathe deeply In the morning
But they turn to hide under roofs
For the air becomes poisonous
I like to see people
When they stretch a little
Look up at me
In the sun
But they turn to hide under awnings
For the sun becomes scorching
While underneath us, the earth is not beneath our care.
When they play games
Run and jump
In the rain
But they turn to hide under umbrellas
For the rain becomes corrosive
I like to see people
When they open windows
Breathe deeply In the morning
But they turn to hide under roofs
For the air becomes poisonous
I like to see people
When they stretch a little
Look up at me
In the sun
But they turn to hide under awnings
For the sun becomes scorching
While underneath us, the earth is not beneath our care.