Glory be to the heavens above
Above our kingdoms of mud and stone
Above the squabbling of man
The heavens in their glory remain, lords
Distant from the filth of humanity
The cosmos, magnificent in form
Utter not a word to us, human.
The filth below can only stare in wonder at its beauty
it's dance through infinity
We are not fit to revel in its greatness
But if not for life, its glory would be unknown
Many, forget their place
forget what lies above
Encompassing all of reality
The heavens shine
To let man bear witness to the majesty
We choose to sit upon our thrones
We choose to create kings and queens
As if they have power hah
For when the land turns to dust
When all life has died out in the cosmos
And when the glorious lights finally sputter
There will only be
Space
Space seems LIT. I enjoyed your celebration of all that is glorious in the vastness of space. Bravo!
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ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this poem. This poem described space really well. Good job!
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