Spinning

In 5th grade i wrote a poem. It was for a class, and iit wasn't very good. But there is one line a like. (Sorry i can't find the poem)
The line is:
"Imagine a time when the world would spin and we would stay in line"
I like this line, because i think it explains humans in a very interesting way. The Earth spins. Its constantly going around itself. When you put omething on top of something else, and then spin the bottom somthing, the top something also spins. I think thats what happened to human kind. The earth spun and we spun with it. Thats why were so screwy. I worte a story about the Earth spinning, and why it does spin. Agian not so good, but if you want to read it, go ahead.

Mother Earth’s Fury Dance

Once upon a time, long ago, in a far away place, lived a village. The village was simple, but it was filled with a homey feeling. Travelers were welcomed and treated like the gods, men planted abundant fields of wheat, and children played about the fields helping their parents harvest crops. The women wove intricate blankets, which were scattered around their humble abodes. They cooked sweet loaves of bread, soaked with honey. The girls learned the trades of their mothers and did the same fine tasks for their diligent husbands. The officious boys learned from their fathers, eager for their praise. The luscious fields were constantly sprouting new life, and only turned to a lusterless brown in the winter. The birds gave beautiful song to the people of the village in return for the food that they scattered around their houses. The other animals came and went, always welcomed by the jovial villagers. It was a lively kind of place, one which was never disturbed by a child’s angry outburst.
That is, until a small boy about five, who looked hungry, tired, and abandoned, passed through the village. Like all other travelers, he was welcomed into the small homes of the accommodating people for a rich meal. The people, who had taken the boy in, were a young couple. They, like the rest of the town were hard-working and compassionate, but the gods had not blessed them with the comfort of a child, to carry on the family name. So after hearing of the unfortunate killing of the boy’s parents, they took the boy in, loving him more than they would their own child. But the boy bestowed upon them a few concerns. The boy had come from a town nearby, a town where the people fought to win, a town where the people had taken for granted the sun and the moon and the plentiful food. A town where the people hunted animals, so their heads could hang on the walls of their boisterous homes, flaunting the hunter’s skills. The town had few morals in common with the couple’s village. But the couple tried not to worry, hoping that the boy would learn from nurture and not nature. And so the boy grew up under his loving parents’ care, but he still showed signs of aggression. For one thing, the boy would often treat other kids as slaves, telling them to do to do his chores. For another, he took play-fighting much too seriously, often resulting in the other one’s tears. And for yet another thing, he was uncouth. He would disregard his parents’ requests, telling them he had no wish to work the fields or fetch water. But his parents’ skimmed over these appalling traits, and focused on the small portion of good in the child.
When the child had grown into an arrogant young man, he began to question the ways of his village. He had learned to have some care for the village, and wanted it to thrive even more. But much to the aversion of the village, to the young man thriving meant accumulating money and land. So the young man made a proposal to the village. He would create an army, and they together would fight and conquer other land. They would set the survivors of their attack to work on the land, and the village would become more prosperous. The villagers listened to his proposal, rage in their eyes. They did not hide their abhor of his plan and started to roar at the young man, who in return was angry at the villagers for loathing his plan. When the villagers calmed down, the young man spoke furiously, “I will then thrive on my own, and I will leave you here to be conquered by the boy you raised. I will have my own town, bigger than the country. I will have wealth and good fortune of my own! And those who come with me to build up an army will be spared when I come for revenge!” The man spoke with no regret. The man only thought of fortune.
The young man stayed true to his words. He left the village with no remorse, taking with him some other young men who looked for the good fortune he had promised. His parents watched him go, torn between their son, and their morals. The man went and settled on a bare piece of land. The man built up a village and an army, and soon was ready to do what he had set out to do. Together with his followers, he attacked village after village, killing, looting, and obliterating. The young man, who was no longer so young, kept on conquering and killing until he ruled at least half of the country.
Mother Earth watched this man, with fury bubbling inside her. She watched him kill children and families, all for his own fortune. And then she watched as the man set out to attack another village. He set out with his massive army and headed for the village where he had been raised. The small boy, who had grown into a potent man, destroyed his village. He killed his neighbors and ruined his home. And then with his eyes turned to a bolt of anger, he impassively swiped his sword though the throat of the woman who raised him. Mother Earth bellowed with rage. “This sinful man is no longer worthy of even his own life,” she thought.
Mother Earth then started spinning. She spun slowly at first but then picked up her speed. She spun and she spun, moving in circles so fast, it knocked the man’s army to the ground. The others on the earth, given warning, sat tied to trees on the twirling planet. But the man and his army were being whipped around with the earth. Faster and faster the Mother Earth revolved. The man cried out, clutching with all his might to the ground. He clung to the Earth as she whirled about. He pleaded with her, asking for forgiveness of his sins. But Mother Earth would not cease her wrath. All the other planets watched her furious dance, awed by the anger. Again and again she circled, waiting for the man to let go. But he held on firmly. So she danced faster and faster until the wind and the speed forced the wicked man to let go. He was flung off Mother Earth and he flew into the darkness. Mother Earth finally slowed down. She slowed down until her spinning was not noticeable. But she never stopped spinning. To remind us to not be greedy, she has never stopped her dance since.