Cradled in your atmosphere, we find our breath,
Your loving waters touch our skin like grace.
From soil to soul, you grant both life and death,
The only home our yearning hearts embrace.
You foster us with your fertile, patient fields,
And offer stones from depths we cannot know.
Your seasons shift—what winter takes, spring gives—
And in this trade, all living things may grow.
Blue wonder spinning through the void of space,
Your oceans beat like blood through sapphire veins.
In your embrace, our species found its place,
Bound to your cycles, sunshine, storms, and rains.
Though we may stray and dream of distant stars,
We’re born of you—your stuff is what we are.

 

27/4/2025