Globally Mirrored

Our earth is globally mirrored within small tear shaped droplets, Something that is magical, yet real. Swallowed so greedily by the dehydrated blue tits, Quenching thirsts, from time primordial. Watch the panoramas that are reflected in the raindrops, Clear and sharp, they’re beautiful to see. If we could just step inside one, and look over the treetops, What a clean new land our world would be. How can a huge vista be seen in one tiny spheroid, A sight we can easily ignore. But look anew and you will soon find, you are overjoyed, With views, after every fresh downpour. © Ernestine Northover