The crescent moons of the auburn sky
The acid rain clouds dance, purple, by
The air it stings as I respirate
A strange howling noise as the storms berate
This tempestuous land, a million clicks from home
My genes robust; Seventh Generation Clone
As I stand here longing for the ship's repair
To accelerate, under robot's care
For the time is short as the signal's down
Only two more sols. We MUST leave the ground
A hundred brothers and sisters too
We escaped our home as the lucky few
In our AI ships under proton power
Left in final days of the meteor shower
With just enough time to load species galore
Under Ark Project VII, just like Noah, once more.
With hope we can find an Eden like Earth
Only this time we'll treasure, for all she is worth
Categories:
sols, earth, science fiction, solitude,
Form: Free verse
The Stars Series: Supergiant
Supergiant stars think they are so cool such big stuff
However, their end is near
They last but a short while
Proof (by the calculation M - 2.5 - 1010 where M = mass in sols)
Some as short as only a few thousands of years
Now variable stars are another matter
Nevertheless, that is a thought for another day
Categories:
sols, poetry, science, stars,
Form: Free verse