Oblate spheroidal
Mass of rock
A being that sprang
From the void, with others
A dull speck in the blackness
Of space.
A lone island of azure skies
Verdant plains and mountains
An atmosphere dominated
By nitrogen
A haven of self-organizing
Critters, bacteria
And its oceans: the primal womb.
So precious, yet so fragile
A mote suspended
In a starry backdrop
Rotating its way towards
Its predestined fate.
Such beauty is our home
A lonely traveler
Lost in the wastelands
Of space and time.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
Oblate spheroidal
Mass of rock
A being that sprang
From the void, with others
A dull speck in the blackness
Of space.
A lone island of azure skies
Verdant plains and mountains
An atmosphere dominated
By nitrogen
A haven of self-organizing
Critters, bacteria
And its oceans: the primal womb.
So precious, yet so fragile
A mote suspended
In a starry backdrop
Rotating its way towards
Its predestined fate.
Such beauty is our home
A lonely traveler
Lost in the wastelands
Of space and time.
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