In this fragile sphere of blue and green,
A pebble tossed in cosmic night,
Big troubles brew like storms unseen,
Where whispers turn to thunder’s might.
Nations clash on screens aglow,
Rivers choke on plastic tears,
Hearts divided, seeds of woe,
In a world that spins through fears.
Yet in the smallness, hands entwine,
Strangers bridge the gaping divide,
From shadowed valleys, lights align,
Turning tempests into tide.
For troubles grand may shake the ground,
But in our small world’s beating core,
Resilience blooms, profound, unbound—
We mend the fractures, evermore.