Pale Blue Dot:
On this pale blue dot in which all man lives,
Take a moment to think what all this means,
The animals, plant life and all that gives,
Pleasures taken from all the sublime scenes.
But from outer space, it looks like a dot,
A world full of wonders and miracles,
Evolution working in every spot,
Like with the lunar nodes that push and pull.
A fascinating place to say the least,
From volcanos to tsunamis and more,
But the sun will always rise in the east,
With every ocean, you will find its shore.
Could one explain this world to another?
To us, we simply call her our mother.
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(Ten syllables per line)
22~11~16
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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