This is one of my more recent poems on the uniqueness of this only planet in the known universe which hosts life and its many wonderous living forms. I was out on a walk by Anderson Lake in Morgan Hill in November 2010, and below the hills where I stood stretched nature in all its great beauty and splendour. The earth seemed hung like a great sphere in space. But the thought is never far from my mind that we are destroying our planet with our thoughtless consumerism and greed at an ever-increasing pace.  Perhaps there are other places in the depths of this universe with planets which host life, and if so, then perhaps Life will be careful not to give rise again to our species. The appearance of our species on this planet or elsewhere is not an inevitable outcome of the process of evolution, and a different shuffling of the gene cards may avoid making this mistake altogether next time. The poem however ends on a note of hope that this earth is not completely destroyed yet, and that there are still places where beauty yet blooms in spring.  Perhaps it is not too late for us to change our ways.

Click on the link below to read the poem.

aejaaz (3 pages)