70 Percent Water. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A body, mostly water made,
Like Earth, a watery parade.
Seventy percent, a common score,
But meaning hides, and wants to explore.

No grand design, no cosmic plan,
Just ocean life, where life began.
We came from seas, a watery birth,
And kept the liquid of our Earth.

The planet's seas, a different tale,
Of chance and rock, and cosmic hail.
The numbers meet, a curious find,
But different stories lie behind.

So when you see that watery share,
Remember oceans everywhere.
Not destiny, but ocean's call,
That echoes deep, within us all.