There is a small globe in my bedroom

varied with mountains, seas and deadly deserts

Constructed by fantastic sciences and life, 

it is beautiful because we are on it. 

I gently put my palm on the glowing globe, 

thumb on where you are, pinky on where I am. 

I miss you, we are just five fingers away, 

7000 miles to our dismay.

I wanted to touch the globe more, but too scared 

of the mass destruction I would make. 

One palm is powerful enough to crush the world. 

I can generate typhoons 

in a breath, tap the Himalayas 

with an 8.0 earthquake, spin the globe

to see if anyone is dizzy

I can be the destroyer of earth’s life. 

One thing is keeping me from doing so. 

When I look at the globe, I remember that I am on it

The laughter I made, the tears I shed

The crazy moments we had are all on it. 

I used to think we are all stuck in this globe, stuck by its forces, 

Not realizing generosity of life spoiled me to think I deserve it

Only that I do not deserve it and now 

I am playing the world like a toy.  

Then I calm down, and murmured: 

Why crush the world? 

I love this world.