So Just Get Up

Day does its thing.
Turns into night.
Turns back to day.

You can’t stop it.
We can’t stop it.
All the atom bombs

And all the volcanoes
On day’s spinning rock
Can’t stop it.

A big enough meteor
Could nudge it some,
Slow it down, wreck you, us.

But what have meteors to do
With or say to you, or
Us? Nothing much.