Photo Source: Unsplash Wet Blue Ball This wet blue ball we’re riding, she’s tough she fixes her problems and heals her own wounds Despite how her critters play outside of bounds - she could just as easily say, enough’s enough. We’re sheltered from her nightmares plagues of Time and Space, dying suns Forgetting about what the ol’ girl’s done we fret and fret about what isn’t here. Ten thousand years since the last Ice Age whole races of Man migrating back and forth That’s what’s written...