Francis Meyrick

“I’m sorry they treat you so wickedly”, whispered the Sky.
“It’s okay”, smiled Earth. From the depths of her seas. The tops of her mountains. And the quiet murmur of the patient breeze.
“Humans are small in spirit. They forget. It all only lasts? Their glory, vanity, pomp & strut? Their endless, warring, silliness?

For a moment.”