Underneath Your Feet
words by Cindy Peng
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.