I gazed upon a crisp night sky
like the shepherds of old.
They saw creatures there
and gods and heroes bold.
“Hallelujah!” was hope they held
for angels to answer their call
but today we only see
satellites orbiting over all.
I hear there’s twinkling hope
in planets light-years away.
Intelligent life may lurk beyond,
but what have we to say?
Our support forever is Mother Earth.
We are her children, not her master.
We must share with all her creatures
and there will be harmony forever.
© 2021 Larry Kilham