A tiny blue marble with swirls of green. Twists of brown, and of sights unseen. It’s shimmering surface is obscured by a haze. Both light and dark, our standard of days.
Two crowns bespectacled with a glaze of ice. They cap this precious gem, a jewel without price. They say it all began within the torrid seas. A spark in the skies, led to life in the trees.
Our tiny blue marble continues to spin. Propelled by a circuit of solar winds. Are we but a crystal bauble to entertain our maker? The sparkling marble glows (only in the pocket of the undertaker).