What am I?
I am warm and I am cold.
I am a force to be trifled with but a protector of my children.
I am a home to many and full of life.
I can be nuturing as well as a disaster.
I grow and survive for I am strong.
I am beautiful and sometimes ruined,
But that is ok because I come back.
I hold wonders that have been discovered,
And many that still have not been found.
I have light and I have darkness.
I am as young as a child,
And older than the dinosaurs.
What am I?
This poem is about:
Our world