We live in a flying rock,
surrounded by seven other flying rocks,
that go around the same giant fireball,
and somehow
never crash into each other.
And out of all eight rocks,
only ours can sustain an atmosphere
that breathes life
into the lungs of majestic lionesses,
vibrant birds and butterflies
and eight billion humans beings.
And you want me to believe
that we met each other
and fell in love
purely by accident
and there is
no such thing as luck
or soulmates
or miracles?
