Footprints in the Cosmos
Richard
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On this mote of dust we stand,
Proof of another presence, carried on the seas.
On this blue sphere where life is spread?
Happisburgh whispers secrets, of giants from the past,
Stumbled on a footprint, a story yet untold.
Gazing at the stars with wonder.
Dinosaurs' tracks from eons past,
Are we the only story, whispered back to home?
Eve's delicate impression, a testament to time,
Scanning skies with outstretched hand.
While Mars rovers tread with mechanical flair.
This pale dot, a mote of dust, adrift, with naught to hear?
In the quiet of the night we ponder,
Are we the only ones to tread,
Moon-dusted boots still linger there,
Of ancestors who walked this Earth, beneath a different clime.
We search for signs, but find no more.
No alien footprint lingers, on this shore whereon we roam,
Are we the only ones who roam?
Their footprints etched in stone, forever meant to last.
Crusoe on his island, a lonely searching soul,
But where's the mark of otherworldly grace?
Are we truly lonely, on this blue marble sphere?
A mark upon the sand, a whisper in the breeze,
Like Crusoe on his island shore,
Or is the cosmos also home?
From ants to giants, all leave a trace,
But cosmic visitors? Unsurpassed.