Like a Cheshire cat it smiles down upon the world.
What does it know?
Is it laughing at our plight?
We stand watching with our primitive minds.
Ever in wonderment.
Feeling small at the scope and depth of the universe.
The Cheshire grin will grow to full wide eyes as the days progress.
Just a rock?
Or the glue that holds us to our muddy ball
and tugs our emotions as the view of white expands.