Wondering Of Worth

The realms of space are in time,

A vastness of expanse of plenty,

We all see the landings sublime

On another planet without sea,

But on Mars we’ve come to find

A travesty of how earth could be

In our future, but we have a mine

And we too must venture like ET.

 

We have the power to make machinery

For a travelling odyssey of Spacemen,

We can all duly merge together socially

And labour the time of where and when.

One day our bright Sun will go so dark

Then is the time to depart in a space Ark.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/11/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.