Spinning

Sometimes,

the world seems still,

as though nothing is happening,

but;

nothing ever stops moving,

Standing still,

is a myth,

on a world,

spinning,

twirling,

like some deity's top,

a chunk of rock,

a grain of sand,

in the galaxy,

flying through space.

A cosmic wanderer,

ever moving,

chasing it's tail,

around the sun,

While it follows,

it's solar friend,

as it travels,

through the galaxy,

itself hurtling away,

from the origins,

of the universe.

thousands of miles,

per hour,

racing through,

the night sky,

covering light years,

through the eons,

and all the while,

Someone on Earth,

thinking they're,

standing still.