The Way I See It
As a pastime, GOD from His place on high watches the earth spin on its moil And goes, Waiiit! What's that maen?! Taking off His binoculars. And sees coloured wavy paths and plumes of smoke spiralling from its Rickety chimney. Oops! WHO BORE THAT!? Surprised. Sometimes He has to look harder at the blackness of that plume of smoke and wonder what's burning. Come on Earthlings, I didn't ask for a holocaust if ever, He smirks. Sometimes, He has to shout down to man, STOP! STOP IT! STOP! Who hears, who listens? Who stops? Not that man doesn't hear but will he stop? Why the ozone layer's depleting, depleted. Conserve your home man, Recycle, reuse, reinvent.