Ghostly watchers,
Swirl in the black,
Occupy thyself with other affairs,
Glance down at the mortals that walk the earth,
Lowly earth.
The heavens are the paths of the gliders,
The stars as their pets,
The moon their compelled guardian,
They wonder how we survive,
Glued to the marshy world of water and soil,
No darkness to paint with the pale hues of indifference,
They are separated from a planet imperfect,
And all that is stained with the ignorance of humanity.
Regal swimmers seeing often the doom of a world
Populated with those who bring their own downfall.
High observer in the milk above,
A glimpse of that which should be,
But was bestowed upon the atmosphere beyond alone.
For those sucked to the earth know not of the ghosts of green.