Look at her going, the blue one,
Braiding her loops ‘round the sun!
She’s dense and she squeezes the living
Into bodies, each life she is giving.
And she winds and dances and spins...
There are waves! There are stones, trees, and winds.
All who live and ride on her must eat,
And, so, taste of fear, learn defeat.
But there’s green and there’s gray and there’s rain.
There’s a bug on a leaf, and there’s grain.
She grows mountains of rock, she grows lakes;
She grows cactus, seahorses and snakes.
Look at her, tiny and turning
Look how all who live on her are learning.
No perspective on how they are one,
As they dance in a loop ‘round the sun.
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