Space

A final frontier, from the minutae to the humongous,
We do not see the beauty but forever ponderous,
A timescale and span, that matter not to daily bemoan,
Go about our existence with upward nod to things unknown.

Awe in science and disbelief of achievements of Man,
Far off bodies that is the plan to land,
To touch, to feel, to honour previous duties,
Of men and women who descended upon celestial bodies.

The wondrous nebula, the stars that old too distant to see,
The edges that we need to explore to set us free,
The colours and dangers held within the dark,
The gas clouds, the black holes, the moons, the quark.

How small in the galactic scale must we be,
To look to the heavens, and wonder how insignificant are we,
Our path to the future, our imaginations,
We will have to turn the key on those oh so powerful space engines.

Straight up through the night sky,
Those blue trails, leave tails that never lie,
The humanity we cherish, yet absurdly want to destroy,
We need to go farther than ever thought possible, invention then deploy.

To put footprints, on distant soil,
To go where no one has had never to toil,
To plant the flag, for one and all, it must bind,
To ensure our future is safe, we must look and find.

We see the galaxies far, far away,
Through a tiny telescope, the stars play and sway,
Their routine to us of hiding during light,
The awe inspiring beauty appears only at night.

We need to push ourselves through for the benefit of all,
So we can look to the future and stand so very tall,
We want to be amazed by so many a wondrous thing,
How do we do it quicker so we can dance with joy and sing.