How many times have I looked to the skies,
To marvel at the majestic expanse
Of color and motion before my eyes?
Mighty birds of prey soar in deadly dance,
While intended victims escape by chance.
The spectacle of the sky is boundless
And beautiful, delighting ev'ry sense.
Still, danger often lurks from deep recess
Of space, old rocks that never coalesced,
Hurtling toward the earth at top speed.
If such threat were imminent, I confess,
If this earth's destruction were guaranteed,
Each man alone must find his own solace,
For my last hours belong in your embrace.
Copyright 2010
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