More planetary goodness at hand. I was not looking forward to writing about this particular planet. The association I have with said planet opens up more doors than I am willing to walk into.
It comes as no surprise than my research for planet earth opened up the mother of all labyrinths, trying to snake some content out of it was a trying affair. I picked a poetry form and go stuck in, playing on information and themes already at hand.
Looking at your face, I meet the gruiling test,
A quest to piece together your former best.
I fail to pierce the black that crowds your features,
You have bled your soul for morbid creatures.
What a host of wealth your body brought to light.
Boasting so much brilliance day and night.
Flora and fauna spawned in vibrant hues of truth,
Only to turn to lies for mortal use.
Your sacrifice has given us centuries of hope.
A gift we are holding close on thinning rope.
You have hosted both parasites and pioneers,
Behind the tears I celebrate the coming years.