And yet she moves

And yet she moves, silently,
spinning and swirling endlessly
revolving, around a rousing star,
elegant ballet stealing radiance
indulging in warmth, in glacial
space unfathomable sphere
of incandescence, fluid rubicund
lava leisurely turning into blue
water, mystifying evolution
randomly combining hydrogen
and oxygen elements to unfold,
a liquid carpet englobing
all, to the mercy of a pale
faced moon, meticulously keeping
a distance so perfect and rare
to bear, mutating molecules
spontaneously deciding to form
cells, eager to evolve slowly
birthing life in its depths, breathing
to ensure, generous exchange
a fair give and take, a cycle where
harmonic balance is
the orchestrated oeuvre
of an omnificent composer
inventing notes of gravity,
creating abstruse species
out of fantasy, only to craft
itself a witness, capable
of understanding the amazing
wonders it ceaselessly unfurls.
[Featured painting: Untitled by Ingrid Tusell Domingo, 1978]