Blue Planet Poem by David Pass

Our blue planet, special-unique.
Goldilocks planet, home ground.
Far into space telescopes seek.
Nothing Earthlike has been found.

Earth's just right not too large or small.
Not too hot and nor too cold.
Our sun is an old golden ball.
Hot blue suns don't get as old.

Hot and cold over planet Earth
Makes air masses rise and fall
Life needs water, what is it worth?
Priceless, everything, it means all!

Wet equator as air rises
And condenses making rain
Desert tropics without uses
Dry air falls to Earth again

Earth's rotation gives ocean gyres
Clockwise north, to south reversed
Polar seas feed tiny fry as -
Nutrients rise and they feed first

Roaring forties, furious fifties,
Bring the rain - to water land
We might moan but what a gift is -
Fertile ground and trees so grand

Our Earth was molten and bone dry
Then it cooled and formed a crust
Ice from space fell on Earth to lie -
As liquid; for life a must!

The Humboldt current's plankton rich
Flowing north by Chile's shore
Past the Atacama desert which
Has no life; no tooth or claw

Some years the current stops to flow
Barren are El Niño years
No fish to catch, the seabirds go
Pacific sea, no movement stirs

Benguela current off Namibia
Desert called 'The Skeleton Coast'
Land is dead, no fresh water here
The sea's alive with fish almost

North Indian Ocean current changes
Easterly drift flows in the summer
Then the monsoon hits mountain ranges
Westerly drift prevails in winter