Still Rise

Are we impossible landscapes

Mountains too steep to climb

Valleys too wide to cross

Oceans too deep to fathom

In this architecture of earth

Do we not touch ground

Connect somewhere beneath the plains

Are we not one when we reach the centre

The universe is vast

The galaxies rotate

And planets orbit

While our earth spins

And thereby we are held

But still within this gravity

We rise

And we fly

Writing Unbound