The world… It turns, but for whom?

Rough waves crash on beaches; the sun shines on the otherwise dark land;
Mountains rise to the heavens and winds stir up all that is calm.
It is alive, independently changing, persistently moving, and unquestionably breathing.
No doubt it has a heartbeat—rhythmic and regular. It grows, it moves, it yearns.

It feels but how?

Meteorites bruise and crater its surface; rain quenches its dry palate;
Rays warm its frigid outer crust and comets feed its unappeasable hunger.
It reacts to all that affects it with joy, misery and indifference.

It changes but why?

Rivers carve the barren landscape; clouds jet across the blue sky;
The moon waxes then wanes and day turns into night.
It never is the same. Time is an ever-present force giving direction, order, and even law.
These principles it must obey with no protest or objection.

It is stable but when?

Forces make it go round and round; far away neighbors preserve their distance;
Gasses blanket it with a layer of warmth and an invisible barrier shields it from harm.
It has a niche to uphold—a rightful place and duty that if neglected brings about self-destruction

The world… It turns, but for whom?

Inexplicably part of a bigger cause it continues, with no signs of stopping.

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We are nothing but a mere microcosm of the complete truth. Living in an isolated world,
we are oblivious to the fact that we are the cells in what is a more complex life-form.