A spinning molten nickel core
Generates the magnetic field
That drives solar radiation
To dance high in the polar sky.
Squeezed by gravity it burns,
Our subterranean dynamo,
Animating the magma sea.
Voracious continents,
Brooding oceans,
Aristocratic mountains,
All dimples in the ferrous crust,
Fertile exoskeletal flowerbed.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Earth, My Likeness”)
Life Immense 