by Chris Hill
We tend to respect things that have endured for a long time.
We respect our professors
Because we know that years of hard study have given them knowledge.
That time has taught them more than books could.
We respect antiques
As relics of an era before our own.
As the enduring artefact of the mind of some long dead creative soul
We respect ancient buildings
Whose strong foundations have seen monuments last for generations
Mighty, towering testaments to mankind’s resourcefulness and skill
And then there is the Earth
Our lonely spinning piece of rock adrift in space
Who was here long before we were
Remaining tragically ignored.
The sun will rise again tomorrow
And this planet will watch another dawn
What we need to decide is how many more we wish to watch with it.