Listening to every heart
Cool round globe that talented hands conceived
Its inner workings and mysteries are weaved
Throughout the colors seem magical and fine
And an eternity sets forever permanently in time.
Ah, are you a magical globe or just a wave of light
That transfers colors of morning and night
Into a shape changing forever true
As I spin you around…I haven’t a clue.
The deeper recesses of your middle cause
Me to gaze intently without pause
And with childlike glee I smile upon the globe’s shine
And thank the talented hands for making it mine.