The big, blue orb that we call home.
It allows itself to be our home,
We embrace it.
We stay here, knowing that we are secure.
We stay here, with all of the beauty.
All of the Grace.
Allowed by the so called "God".
Although, the earth contradicts itself.
How was it created?
How does something start from nothing?
How is it even physically possible for life to exist?
But yet, all of the beauty is here, all of the grace.
Everything, holding simple, yet complex life forms.
It's like we neglect, everything around us.
Take it for granted.
Even the sand of the beach,
The soil at our feet,
The small animals, and life forms that we cast aside.
That is the earth, in all of it's beauty.