An Earthly Rotation

Lying on green grass looking above

As a boy I dreamed of sailing so high

Wonderment unleashed by imagination

Of adventures as big as the entire sky

The gears scraping like tearing metal

As it slows to a lazy, skipping crawl

Billowy clouds float like soup crackers

My plane climbs steeply before the stall

At high altitudes the sky turns black

Deep blue at the edges becoming white

It’s silent as the breath turns to fog

The sun around the edge burns bright

From space, Australia cries red tears

This Earth is home, the only one we know

Plutocrats ravage for profit and greed

As we watch our last evening meteor show

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