What is so beautiful..
about The Earth?
Is it the way he
grounds himself..
in his own sense
of inner worth?

Is he the biggest
of all planets?
Or The One that has
impressive rings?
Nayy on both counts..
He is the planet
that just doesn’t care
about what other
planets think.

The One that knows
that there is hardly
any planet quite like him.
And so he lets whoever
doesn’t find
his shifting poles
quite tasteful..
simply leave.
As long as they
can gather
the momentum
to escape
his gravity well.

Yay, in the highest
flights of inspiration
his blue skies
embody heavens..
in the depths of
wickedness
his hottest core
embodies hell..
many deep oceans
live upon him,
anyone who truly
knows him
easily can tell.

Though he may be
naught more than
but a speck of blue
that’s floating
in a vast
and endless void..
he houses life,
authentic
and sincere,
upon his surface..
that’s a truth
that nobody,
in good faith,
can avoid.