By Callum 
There it is: the blue-green globe suspended in space, orbiting silence. Seas shimmer, continents dark, clouds drift in soft white bands. The edges glow with sunrise, the horizon a line between light and dark.
We see land and sea, but also layers of vulnerability: melting ice at the poles, forests thinning, cities glowing at night like small wounds.
Earth is both cradle and stage—an orb carrying life and loss, beauty and threat. To look at her is to wonder what we inherit, what we could destroy, and what we must protect.
Though distant, though fragile, she holds us all—every breath, every heartbeat, every seed. And in that soft glow at dawn, every promise yet to be kept.