Earth

Earth

From rolling hills to deepest seas,
The world turns slow beneath our feet,
A tapestry of green and blue,
Where life awakes in quiet beat.

Mountains stand like ancient stone,
Their crowns kissed by the amber sun,
While rivers carve their silver seams,
And whisper tales of ages run.

In forest glades the shadows play,
Leaves rustle soft, a verdant hymn,
The soil holds memories of time,
In every grain, a fragile hymn.

We tread upon this fragile sphere,
Our home, our cradle, our own dear sphere,
And cherish, guard, and love its face—
The living, breathing Earth we share.