The Power of Forgiveness

I was a renowned, NASA scientist, with my face always turned to blue stars, As eyes are ever drawn to a flaming sunset, as to colorful, outdoor bazaars. And stargazing brought big excitement, and chills during many a nighttime, Like the thrills of the returned birds singing, in the springtime days of lime. Many busy years, I had been chasing my dream, and reaching for the stars, As rush hour traffic chases moonlight, in those many colored, lustrous cars. Mine was happy work and fascinating, a vivid fascination that was catching, Like the wonder of seeing scarlet blooms close, ere the rains start crashing! My lifelong friends liked to listen, when I spoke of dazzling new discoveries, Like the thrill of finding more luxurious fruit, hidden in the dense shrubbery. I lived in a house of resplendent gold, upon a treeless, sunshine, green hill, Where the days and the hours were rich, awaiting the song of whippoorwill. I was often visited by my talkative neighbors, trudging through the flowers, Like butterflies wandering here and there, probing scents, bower to bower. Summertime was filled with rich velvet, from the many soft, delicate petals, And with woodland songs and placid pond, life was beautiful on many levels. The fuzziness of prettiest cotton, was in the candy colored, luminous clouds, Destined to wander forever and a day, above the world which they enshroud. We were working on a new project, a test launch from atop a large, flat hill, And just as the rocket launched, we heard yelling, like sudden whippoorwill. The green hill began moving upwards, revealing various windows and doors, And our amazed eyes beheld a spaceship, that, alas, would never rise more. That fact was made plain to us by Spariel, the alien who became our friend, His ship damaged by the test launch, Spariel could not return home again! And no ship would be coming for him, because no one knew where he was, Like the myriad, dramatic happenings, linked to that small word, 'because'. Like valuable time that's woven, through the fabric of our successive days, Spariel's fate was now linked to ours, and he improved ours, in many ways! Sharing his books and his knowledge with us, caused major advancements, Of many kinds, and in many fields, like nighttime's starlight enhancements. In our friend, Spariel's, old world, the state of unforgivingness is unknown, And he's never betrayed bitterness, at being trapped in an unfamiliar zone. Like the cherry sun which smiles again, at the end of every diagonal storm, Or the moonlit, purple blossoms swaying, that to the wind's whims conform!