Photo by jade on Morgue File.
Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.
What do I see when I look out my back door?
But a world exploding to life and falling in death.
A world of colors−vibrant and electric,
Blooming and stirring; reaching for heaven’s breath.
What do I see out past my own back door?
But a world of creatures big and small.
A world teeming and crawling, moving and spreading,
A world unto themselves, one and all.
What do I see as I stare out the backdoor glass?
But a world on fire; spreading and consuming.
Ancient things lurk in the garden rows,
Infinitesimal beings−alive and stirring.
There are many things which I see,
As I look out my own backdoor.
Things easily and often overlooked,
But there, as they always were before.