I have the centre of gravity
Within me , I do rotate around my own axis
My whole body teeming with life
Oceans of depths over my surface
Rocks hard and stable inside me
But I do revolve round the sun
For all three sixty five days of the year
The life in me believed I would never stop
Until a child in me cried for the moon
Of what use could that moon be for this child ?
But I began to long for the Sun and close in
on the distance between us , my orbit
Constricting me , my gravity holding me back
A wise old woman , not my favourite child
advised , Sun shines from afar
But burns while he is near , What about all of us
if you are burnt ?
So I continued in my orbit…
Would the Sun really burn me , who knows ?
What if I drowned him with all my waters if I got near
I want him to shine……
He is always mine
at this distance…