The night solemnly beautiful in its stillness. Constantly shattered by the malevolent sirens of the city we are consumed by. It is in the ear pierced screams I realize the depth of the darkness so void of stars, The signature of our Benevolent Maker blotted out of view by our industrious hands. We are to be the salt of the earth; Not only meaning preserving God’s People, but also preserving God’s Creation as a whole. We must look up from our screens and see the beauty of our world. Before it’s too late.