On the Surface

On the surface of a rounded sphere

Though flattened it may seem

A million souls united

Beneath the sun's cascading beam

Though nature is an open book

Do I ever take a second look

At what knowledge from its branches I can glean?

For you exist; I live here too

I shall not fear for what to do

I go and go and go and go

The plants will grow, then die, then grow

Spinning round it never ends

A round table feast we all attend

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