The Day The Aliens Came
It started as a quiet day..
The sun was bright, the sky was gray.
Then shadows stretched across the ground..
A humming noise, a buzzing sound.
The TV flickered, phones went dead..
A chilling static filled our heads.
The air grew thick, the winds stood still..
A silver light danced on the hill.
From metal ships so vast and tall..
They hovered low above us all.
A hundred eyes, so strange, so bright..
Gleamed like stars in endless night.
No war they waged, no guns they drew..
Just silent stares from ones who knew.
With hands of light and minds so vast..
They showed us glimpses of the past.
They spoke without a single breath..
Of cosmic life, of love, of death.
Of distant worlds with skies so red..
Of fallen stars and kings long dead.
Then just as fast as they appeared..
They turned away, the sky was cleared.
A final flash, a blinding glow..
And in the dark, they let us go.
Now some believe and some do not..
But those who saw have not forgot.
For on that day, both strange and true..
We met the ones who always knew.
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