I am breaking apart,
atom by atom.
I am forgetting the clouds,
and how high they could be.
The world is spinning backwards
at a thousand miles per hour,
I'm getting car sick in a rocket
headed for another galaxy.
We are crying out new oceans,
for the ones our children will never know.
Aliens find words carved into the stars:
"We miss home."
If we moved to another planet, would our children still miss the green earth?