Sitting here on our little ball, a tiny speck around we go. Orbiting the sun is falling to, missing it and around we sail.
Still we sit, never gone far. Looking out at all the stars. Figured much about all that’s there. Smart peeps we seem to be.
We look to see if there are others. Haven’t found anything but still we hope. Not a fossil of a microbe has been found. Is that’s all there is? We really hope not.