heaven to mister

is heaven to me. 
this is heaven and nature to mister. 
he doesn't see the trash as trash or the oil as oil.
he smells and tastes everything
and it's all heaven and nature to him. 
people are heaven to mister too.
he doesn't see them as i've been known to do.
he doesn't see how they can be
even when they hate his freedom and me for giving it.
he sees how they can be, even when they can't.
through him i see that too.
i see what man made nature
and what it can be and what it has become.
i see the trash and indifference, i see the people
the species who trashes, who drains and extracts to trash.
who makes islands and water and mountains and air of trash.
who walks by unseeing what can be seen from outer space.
who makes entire manscapes of trash, who makes a world of cash
who can't escape.
mister helps me to see the people through the hate
and the landscape through the trash.
and what they can be.