In the quiet hum of the rising sun
When heart’s sigh,
My beautiful earth gently spun
Writing a sonnet in the sky.
Spinning like nobody was watching,
My earth danced away
Unaware of the lives it was touching,
In every part of the day.
Splattering the colours of its soul
My earth sung with the trees
And that song made me whole,
As I felt the morning breeze.
My earth, my earth, my earth, where would I go without you?
Your poetry feeds my soul, you cast away all my blues.
Daily Prompt Response: Earth