Crashing Planet

A strange patterned rock
Spied by me
The forest colours inside
Make light and dark collide.

Laid by the universe
Becoming a full grown planet
With all the patterns moving around
It was hard not to be found.

When it was found
It was shot down
It fell to the forest floor
And that’s when I saw —

Was it fate?
Or coincidence?
It came to me
From the universe