A Canon's Purpose

Looking through the optic,

Holding my Rebel up to my own gateway,

Seeing the World and all of Her beauty

Through Her one inch peephole into ecstasy.

To either focus in on one definitive element or to gain a true perspective,

Gaining a whole new outlook on all of Mother’s natural gifts.

To greet new faces and fathom uncharted and unbearable situations,

Having the choice of what I abandon from my recollection and edit from my perception of Her playground.

Realizing what happens when I set Rebel down,

Having time to reflect on what I just witnessed.

Even the minute and subtle interactions between humanity and the natural world,

Making me grasp how breathtaking She is. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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