The sky is eternal dark—
Black as Erebus
An abyss of nothingness
Devoid of the faintest glimmer of stars
The ground is eternal light—
Bright as Apollo
An abyss of nothingness
Devoid of any presentiment of life
Only dust, dust, dust
And millions of craters
On the bleak surface
Of the silvery moon
Only dust, dust, dust
And a tranquil sea
On the bleak surface
Of the silvery moon
Only dust, dust, dust
And hollow hills
On the bleak surface
Of the silvery moon
But on the edge of the horizon—
A pale, blue sphere
Peaks above vapid flats
And desolate sky
A stranger to the darkness
It dances delicately
Upon the lunar shore
And sparkles in a glorious jubilee
Life—breathing, beating, bleeding
Loving, lasting, loathing
Flowering, fasting, fighting
Struggling, smiling, surviving
Life—in all its infinite capacity
For good and evil
Creation and destruction—
Thriving on planet Earth
A glinting sapphire
Alone and incongruous
Writhing in the great emptiness
And stillness
A jewel that harbors all life—
Great and small
Complex and simplistic
Regardless of any artificial preconditions
Where everything is connected—
The wind, rain, and sea
All work in harmony
Inside Earth’s glass sphere
All eight billion humans—
Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist
American, Venezuelan, Chinese, Zimbabwean
Wealthy, impoverished, educated, illiterate
All eight billion humans
Live, loathe, love, and laugh
While cradled by the tiny azure moonstone
Drifting through nothingness
Our differences are hollow and trifling—
Race, religion, and politics are but
A superficial and inconsequential
Arbitrary divide
For we are all one:
United in our struggles
United in our griefs
United in our passions
For we are all one:
One expression of life
One human conscious
One beating soul of humanity
For we are all one:
Dust, dust, dust
From dust we came
And to dust we shall return.
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