Horizons turn vertical
As the earth spins
It turns in ways no one notice
It rotates but we cannot feel
We are looking for evidences
And manifestations
Only shadows and clockhands can tell
So does Sundials' needles

We float and revolve in space
Upside down again and again
Still our feet are standing firm
Gravity holds inhabitants together
Bright future is near
Brighter is its present
As new sunrise shows up
From every horizons
Since then.

Earth can take care of itself
Designed as self-healing
It cures its...