The Earth Has a Mighty Hue

They travel about the cosmos

Tiny little galaxies,

Bent and misshapen and whirring about.

They're simple, yet complex

And nothing could ever exist

But for the gluey nature of their inner cloud.

They fly, soar like eagles

Screaming and commanding

Yet silent against the great empty dark

Until a stray particle falls

Tumbling through leylines

Following invisible strings til they spark.

Tis not electricity

Nor friction nor magic

Of a glittery sky, photogenic and grand

But a simple step

A transfer of energy

Forcing an electron from its hand.

Bright, haunting, beautiful

Colors hang up high

In northern skies for perfect view,

And all it takes

Is a bang and a crash

To give the Earth its mighty hue.