Lyric

This is Earth, our spinning sphere

Third from the Sun, so crystal clear

With air to breathe and seas that sing

A cradle made for everything

6378 wide at the waist

Turning daily with patient grace

It holds a moon, like kin, so near—

A silent dancer through the year

From magma’s fire to ocean blue

From whispering winds to morning dew

It gives, and asks for little more—

Than love, and care, and something pure

Earth is not silent—it sings through us

In roots and rivers, stone and dust

A billion hearts beat in her chest

And still she gives, she doesn’t rest

She turns, she burns, with quiet might

Our ancient home in endless flight

Not just a place, but memory’s skin

Worn by ages, thick and thin

We carved our names into her face

But still she grants us one more grace

From dictionary page to calligraphed line

We trace her meaning, sign by sign

A planet shaped by more than math—

She draws us gently on her path

Oh, child of Earth, don’t close your eyes—

The stars above are no disguise

This ground you walk is sacred ground

With every echo, every sound

Earth is not silent—she speaks in flame

In mountain bones and desert name

We hold the pen, we choose the tone

To burn or bloom, to scar or own

But if we listen, if we try—

This Earth may teach us how to fly

Earth is not silent—it sings through us

In roots and rivers, stone and dust

A billion hearts beat in her chest

And still she gives, she doesn’t rest

She turns, she burns, with quiet might

Our ancient home in endless flight