World

The world turns slow, a sapphire sphere,
Where oceans whisper in quiet tide,
Mountains stand guard, ancient and austere,
And forests breathe with verdant pride.

From bustling streets to silent glades,
Humanity weaves its varied thread—
A tapestry of hopes and shades,
In every corner, love is said.

So let us cherish this fragile home,
Our shared, resplendent, turning globe.