The Earth spins softly in the dark,
A gentle sphere of vibrant hues,
Where oceans kiss the starlit arc,
And dawn ignites the morning dews.

With every turn, it holds us close,
A ballet in the cosmic dance,
Where forests breathe and rivers flow,
In perfect, endless circumstance.

Mountains rise and valleys fall,
On this orb of life we tread,
A globe of stories, large and small,
Where dreams and hopes are gently spread.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
We find our place, our sacred ground,
On this sphere we call our home,
In its embrace, we are profound.