When we moved into,
this empty house,
during the pandemic,
it was brand new.
We brought our things,
with our squabbles,
kids’ cries and giggles,
footfalls of guests,
we made it a home.
Before that,
it was chaparral,
maybe oaks and sycamores,
stood here,
and wildlife thrived.
Before that,
it was covered by
a shallow ocean,
as I see evidence,
of marine fossils.
Nothing stays constant,
what we see now,
was very different,
others used to roam,
they called it home.
We are just passing by,
spending some time
in this guesthouse 'Earth'.
We better embrace,
good etiquette and harmony,
and make the most
of our brief stint.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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Fabulous ♦️♦️✍️🏆
What a gift of insight you have to caring of this place Earth and what makes a home. Good job,