I present myself to you in ways I rotate
I am here simply because of fate
Although, the mere thought of my shift
Has made you wonder upon my spinning so swift
I have spun in hopes of appreciation
I look around, such divided nations
The rain has dropped, thunders roar
Looking upon all creatures which soar
I am the world which rotates, and shift
Presented to all for an absolute gift
Regretfully, I will move constantly each day
In hopes, that care for me in a special way
I will twirl till the bitter end
Never to destroy you, my dear friend
I am designed to be the World you reside
Do I trust my care in you & confide
Whoa is you or should it be me
You must realize, I am the world for all to see
Whether I turn left or even right
I am world shift day and night
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