We watch them shoot into the sky
silver streaks of all our hope's
we decided to stay
all of our kind
so we shot our genetic information
back into space with wondrous secrets

As the last pod shoots into the heavens
some of my brothers and sisters start to cry
noo!!! I scream, this is not the time for tears
we will live forever
so please don't panic...
as the last pod disappears beyond our skies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris