One night I wrote this:
When the rain has fallen and the earth is clear,
It becomes quite obvious that the world is a sphere.
It's round and its bulgy with bumps and lumps.
It's hard and it's solid but changes with months.
There is Autumn and Winter and Summer and Spring,
New babies are born and the birds will sing.
But sometimes its dark and hard to see.
When people move out and loved ones leave,
But through the fog and fire and fear,
There will always be signs that this world is a sphere.
...And then I still couldn't sleep so I drew: