Prime source of all life, the Sun
Yet is not the only one -
Our globe, too, has heat to give
Which determines we may live.
Earth, by molten iron warmed,
Creaks to have its surface stormed,
Split and set adrift by force,
Prelude to a fateful course
Leading to the transient mix
Of our continental six,
Vibrant with the pulse of life
Based upon attendant strife.
Tectonic shifts, like a tide,
Move the continents aside,
Those that are familiar now
Owe their nature to the flow
Underneath their solid crust,
Which transports them where they must,
While, upon their changing face,
They support the human race.
Africa, compact yet vast,
Once believed in darkness cast,
Now revealed as man's first home
Whence his footsteps far would roam.
Asia, peopled fit to burst,
Prone to hunger, plague and thirst,
In the future scheme of things
Likely to unfold her wings.
In her South - the Indic land,
Battling waves on either hand,
Proffers home to ancient creeds
Catering to soul-felt needs.
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Europe, finger-fringed around,
Gashed by myriad bays profound -
Long a springboard to the world,
From whose heartlands raids were hurled.
Then America the New,
All but neatly cut in two,
Stretching almost Pole to Pole,
Longest continent of all.
And Australia, cast away
Where the southern breakers play -
Guardian of a wondrous reef
Wild and rich beyond belief.
Last, Antarctica the Cold,
Frozen land of mountains bold,
Fringed by ice shelves that disgorge
Floating mounds where penguins hide
Safe from danger rife elsewhere
In the seas that they must dare.
Now we prosper as we are,
While not knowing just how far
Future generations can
Stabilize the life of man
Perched upon a whirling ball
Where extinction yet may call.
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