I wonder what spins around that star
That one up there, the one up far
Part of the glories of the universe,
Another golden purse, beautifully diverse,
Does its gravity warmly embrace
An intelligent race or just empty rocks in space?
Or is it there for us to admire,
Another signal fire, the blackness perspires,
Like a woman who can’t have kids,
But showers loving fits on her friends’ misfits,
However, I hope, she is a mother,
To sons and daughters, sisters and brothers,
Where beings love and live and lie,
Things cry and fly and hope never dies,
I hope they gaze at night at our own mother,
And their hearts flutter, and wonder, like we wonder