Space Children
Narrator:

The natural has birth and death,
Its life is but a blink of time.
Its unique beauty in the world,
unmatched forever it will shine.

The artificial will live on.
Shot into space, it flies away,
Survived disaster and certain death,
This lonely child sees yet another day.
 		 
Children:

I dream of beauty, and I see the stars
As I gently float, in my quiet sorrow.
Collective world is all that's left,
for our bright future of tomorrow.

A million years have passed since we,
The love of earthly planet's fruit,
Were sent away from mother's womb
To seed a second, safer root,

For life to flourish once again
And birds to sing their joyful song,
Without worries they all shall live,
Protected by their metallic young.
Man:

My children, away I've sent you, gentle creatures,
Many years have passed since we have said "good bye",
Out of harm's way, protected from the blast at home,
Our legacy this way won't die.
 		 
Narrator:

Now soon a puff of smoke will clean,
A civilization that once has been.
Children:

We drift away, we drift away in silence,
Past endless fields of vast galactic clouds.
Behind, a tragic whimper pushes
The massive arc that has no bounds,

Our thoughts become even more exhausted,
We're now half way away from home.
We still dream of the new tomorrows
Which may or may not ever come.
Narrator:

For that is now the fate of what is left of Earth:
Endless colosal cities floating lost in space.
They are the wonder metal children
Of one time's mighty human race.
 		 
   

by Alan Lupsha, June 2007