Have you looked into the eyes of a fish?
When the fish stared back, did you look away?
Shy exchange of glances, a furtive wish.
Others, not as different as some say.
One lives on dry land with lungs breathing air.
One swims under water breathing with gills.
The ponds surface is a place both can share.
Some sort of need that the other fulfills.
Only an instant and our worlds combine.
We are not as different as we think.
This earth is my home and so too it’s thine.
With clean air to breath and water to drink.
Two of God’s creatures sharing a moment.
Living planet, our greatest bestowment.