Buck yourself up you say granddad, the worlds a wonderful place if you just look for it. I’d love to be as delusional as you are granddad, still as innocent as the day you were born, aren’t ya.
Okay, okay, yes where we are right now, this very spot, takes my breath away, fills me up, it is truly beautiful, I love being here. (And I do love you.)
This meadow where we sit, look at it look at it, look how beautiful it is. The flowers! The flowers! Oh so beautifully lovely! But what you don’t see granddad is the battle beneath, the never ending battle between predator and prey. Little tiny life forms forever at war. Insect eats insect. Bird eats insect, small mammals eat insect. Birds of prey eat small birds and small mammals, big mammals eat little mammals; it just goes on and on.
Look over there granddad, the lambs – well sheep really – nibbling at the grass on yonder hill, how idyllic a scene. But you must realise they are not there to make the world look pretty. They will end up on your plate granddad, we are their predator, they are our prey. Yes I know you’ve never killed one – we leave that to someone else, someone else in some distant abattoir. The workers there must become immune to death or relish it, killing as cruelly as they can. I wouldn’t like to be them.
You think I’m a pessimist granddad – well I guess I am, maybe a realist? Do I think this world a wonderful place? Overall, no. But now and again wonderful things do happen here and I do love life. There are some beautiful things here granddad, including you, beauty breathes from you, straight from that wonderful mind of yours. So right now, this very minute, the world is indeed beautiful, a wonderful place to be.
Sumana’s prompt today (at Poets United) is that of The World Is A Beautiful Place, this being the first line and title of a wonderful poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
Above is my response to same, this written as prose.
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Jonathan Billinger