When the Earth met

It had you in mind

To array all its beauty

A thousand splendors

In one world 

Only pulled from one 

Being

 

A secret it kept 

But only to be revealed 

It marvels after

And is allured

By the very thing

It longs to create

-Grace-

 

In its blooming flowers

Represents another birth

Yet to dispel the

Attraction it brings

From its very origin

Not quite matching your

Loveliness

 

Its Future

The worlds  Future

Melting in one