Footprints in the Cosmos

Richard

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