Our Planet by Adeptus Mechanicus

Trees are Cages for them: Water holds its Breath.
To balance them without smudging on its delicate Meniscus.
Children watch them, playing in their Heavenly Playground.
Men use them, to lug Ships across Oceans, through firths.

They seem to twinkle-still, but they never cease:
inventing new Spaces and huge Explosions,
and migrating in mathematical Tribes over
the Steppes of Space, at their outrageous Ease.

It's hard to think that the Earth is one -
This poor and sad Bearer of Wars and Disaster,
Rolls-Roycing around the Sun, with its Load of Gangsters,
attended only by the Loveless Moon.

𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴:
𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘔𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘴: (𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩) 𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, (𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬/𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘵.
√π-: 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘛𝘕𝘛: 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, (𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱) 𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰, 𝘐𝘋𝘔.
𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘵: 𝘏𝘕𝘞.
𝘊++: 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦.