Saturday, October 24, 2015

Earth

As a child, he was a sickly little thing
Burning with a forever fever
Sneezing lava all over the place
He trembled and shook, in a morbid dance

Then one day, he happened upon
The love of his life, his other half
Sparks flew when they met and it was beautiful
But alas, as great love stories go, his love left him

And so he cried and he cried
Until he had finally had enough
And grew up, and toughened up
With a hard shell and a brave face

But each night, to this day
He dreams of his torn, sweet love
Its brilliant memory reflected in the pools
Of tears that rise and fall in memory of their song

Wiser now, he still dances, tilting into winter
Somersaulting through the day
Serenely like a lonely beach ball
Floating in the unending sea of space

Telling everyone his tale, as old people are wont to do
And ignored by the young, as is tradition
He is sick now, but they think he's just grumpy
Until he shall be no more, and neither shall they


Note: For those who've forgotten their science lessons, here's a cool video on formation of the Earth

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