As I behold Earth from this vantage point, looking down upon the North Pole, I feel a deep sense of reverence — a quiet, profound recognition of this planet’s ancient soul, its endurance, and its fragile beauty.
Floating in the vast blackness of space, Earth appears at once resilient and delicate, a world of oceans and continents, mountains and forests, cities and quiet places — a home to billions of lives, past and present. From this perspective, there are no borders, no divisions — only the soft curve of the horizon, the swirling clouds, the slow turning of a living, breathing world.
I feel humbled, as if standing at the edge of something both eternal and fleeting. Earth is older than memory, yet young in the expanse of the cosmos. It carries the stories of civilizations, the laughter of children, the whispers of the wind, and the silence of the deep ocean.
It is a solitary voyager in the vast unknown, yet it is not alone — for those who love it, who cherish it, who call it home, give it meaning beyond measure.
I feel the weight of time, the pulse of life, the quiet presence of something greater than words. And in this moment, I simply witness, honor, and wonder.
this poem is dedicated to former Premier Zhou Enlai,
peacemaker from China and its people to Planet Earth
— Michael North
read by Zhou Xiaofang
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