2. The Birth of Earth

Before the blue, before the seas,

there drifted dust in gravity’s breeze.

Born from a star’s last burning cry,

matter began to clarify.

Fragments clashed, the heat took form,

a molten heart, a newborn storm.

Iron sank deep, the crust took hold,

and space grew bright with marbled gold.

Comets fell soft, with water to share,

and chemistry sparked in the thickened air.

No hands to mold, no myths to frame,

just physics whispering Earth’s true name.

And through the dark, a rhythm stirred,

life learned to dream, and Earth was heard.

Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo

The Psychologist