The Submerged Hum of the Planet

Beneath the clamor of all things,
beyond the voice, the wind, the human cry,
an ancient hum without cease,
vibrates in the heart of the sovereign globe.

This tremor that knows no memory,
but carries the weight of every moment past,
the silent turning of our history,
the unknown stillness of every blue point.

It is the secret beating of the earth,
that holds every city and forest in its womb,
the mute voice that never finds shore,
and which with every dawn awakens within us
without us hearing it, yet living within it.