The world it turns, and rounds the sun,
As a blue blob in the celestial sky.
Obeying the laws of physics and dynamics,
Ours is to question the how and why.
But we can be assured that it’s not for us,
Such an tiny, insignificant lot.
But for the slicing of natural selection,
Giving us a vision of what we are not.
Special, perhaps, in a numerical way,
In the trillions of worlds that evolved.
From a beginning that is scarcely known,
The instant has yet to be solved.
But we are important on a planetary scale,
We are nothing if not our own worth.
We survive dependent upon ourselves,
On this little blue planet called Earth.
So while we scope the heavens wide,
And seek to find our genetic past.
Hoping to avoid a planetary shift,
To allow humanity to further last.