The Galactic Genie

He travels through the Universe Hopping from galaxy to galaxy After doing what must be done Stopping from one star system to another Seeking out habitability for his super consciousness Turning lifelessness into life Each planet spinning with the stuff that dreams are made of. . . His dreams made manifest with mysticism and wonder Every solar system has a green zone And that is where he starts Out like a wizard he waves his magic wand Moving planets like billiard balls But with lots of smashing and crashing Fire and brimstone, he plays like a mad potter Until he’s satisfied with what he’s done But when he’s done, he’s really just begun To shape his world with mountains, lakes, and oceans. His breath he breathes into atmosphere A song he sings uniquely brings forth Greenery or purpleness, sometimes his purposefulness mixes the wonderfulness beyond our imagination Alien landscapes is what we would see And then the real magic begins. . . An infinite infinity of variations of life Anything he pleases, even from his sneezes He creates the strangest of strange The duck billed platypus is an example of this He just can’t help himself sometimes It’s in his nature, he’s a cosmic crusader An articulated animator, it’s part of his genealogy It makes him laugh to know that One day, one day Some lifeforms of his Will think him a god Perhaps, he is Perhaps Perhaps, he is just expressing himself Perhaps, he just thinks of himself - a galactic graffiti artist