By the earth and it's wonderful, wide and unique expanse A mother to what is living on it and inside of it, may it be small or great in their posture given to them. Indeed this place inhabits many creatures, faces and races. Each striving for their own path, of staying alive. The soft soil of the Earth, a comfortable living and breathing ground to walk on, proud and all connected, only to be divided By the sea which covers most of this planet, comparable to a blanket From which we gain food and drink, in a clear registered cycle. Of course this place too holds it's dangers, such as a quake could end it all in a brutal roughless manner and tear it from the ground we build our houses on. Or be it an eruption which casts a rain of ash and embers, suffocating the sky above, the ceiling which was meant to protect is our very end. A mighty wave, which sweeps over the cities, drowning them in it's lethal, cold and brutal, moist and salty embrace. It is not healthy to be in such a negative spectra of thinking however For this place holds, more transient, living, artistic beauty than I could simply express or convey in words.