A World Inside

A World Inside

Plants and animals, and rain and words, there are so many
Twenty seven ways to describe the rain, most hardly used
Overlapping no clear cut corners, except where lands clear cut

Zillions of life forms, all starting out small, all growing bigger
Plenty of room, though everyone wants the same odd lot
Planet only grows smaller, day by day, how is that possible
Is there a way to make the Earth seem larger, skies the limit

The mouth, a garbage disposal unit, fed with plundered Earth
Nutrition, junk, pollution and garbage, flows in and out
The brain, a plant growing upside down, roots walking to heaven
Nestled in a calcium shell, a couple of hundred moving parts
Shells on the outside, exo skeletons, covered by a very thick skin

Beauty only skin deep, after that the meaning of life shines through
The stomach, the pot the brain grows out of, organs flowering
The rootings grow outward, the minds grow inward, inside time
Center of the universe lays within, unlimited treasures of life

The material world, mimics the virtual web, hidden from sight
Forming mighty chains of anchors, instructions between the lines
Lures of being waited on, commanding requests, hardly makes sense
Making stuff of dirt, the stones and the rot, dead trees in limbo
Will always miss the train station inside the mind, trips hourly