Earth

The earth is spinning power
Around a molten Iron core
Where stored lines of magnetic force
Burst out in all direction.
Without a heart, without a home,
Just a surface of land and ocean
Sheltering any random form
Till her soul becomes a vision

Her presence is unveiled
Upon the wooded trail beneath the tree leaves
Pierced by sun rays of illumination,
Her face comes forth
Crowned by a course of stars
Orbiting her brow like the constellations,
Her form is revealed
Beneath thin linen robes draped to the heel
In curvaceous astonishment,
Her revelation is shown
To those who wish to know
The nature of her hidden world

Sentience is the most precious,
Sought after thing in creation
Worth beings fighting over its control,
So much more than silver or gold.
For is not a bomb first a thought?
And what becomes of a stone when thrown?
And what is 14 billion years
If no one is counting the time?

The earth is spinning power
Around a molten iron core
Sheltering any random form
Till her soul becomes a vision

A vision

 

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