The New Moon Prophecy
In orbit around a distant sphere
An unknown moon will soon appear
Lined with streaks of blue
The warmth of friction,a blanket of gas
Will cling to the surface, held tight by its mass
All we thought we knew
Will be consumed by what is known
The Joyous truth, we're not alone
Time will come to tell
No diplomat will need be sent
To its home bye the geological vent
They'll have but a single cell
Copyright © Joe Inka | Year Posted 2012
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