Created and Creation

The man examined the world,

And it examined him.

The moon could be seen in an azure light blue 

That was deep and mysterious,

With depths unknown and unfathomed by the curious,

With glory yet undimmed;

The eye of the earth examined it,

A powdery white that seemed in danger of fading.

It seemed to examine his own eye,

looking as if half-lidded, lazily and calmly.

The sky blushed under his attention,

And then looked at him with a cold reflected light,

Given by a star unseen,

To the edges of the seen world into night,

As high as the peaks of the Universe far,

Deeper than seemingly futilely-burning beacons,

Among the firmament pinpricks bright,

Little lit by their efforts here,

Though known to human sight.

Giving light to other horizons,

Granting dawns to them untouched by discovered life,

Not in need of our creations or caresses,

As they are, just right.