Visitors of the silent sky

Visitors of the Silent Sky

Beneath the moon’s watchful glow,

Where Earth's gentle whispers flow,

Came they, the travellers unknown,

From realms where stars themselves have grown.

No silver ships, no blazing streak,

They sought no throne, no war to speak.

In shadows cast by twilight's mirth,

Aliens walked upon the Earth.

Their forms, like echoes caught in mist,

A fleeting trace, a secret twist.

Not flesh nor bone, but thought and dream,

Shaped by galaxies’ endless stream.

Through forests green and oceans wide,

They moved as whispers, none could chide.

In songs of birds, in winds that play,

Their presence danced at break of day.

No words they spoke, no harm they gave,

No conqueror’s flag, no need to save.

Instead, they watched, they learned, they cared,

Of how Earth’s beauty could be shared.

In silent libraries they did meet,

The minds of humans, strong yet sweet.

Through art and story, poem and lore,

They bridged the gap to something more.

For aliens knew what we might miss,

That Earth’s true treasure lies in this:

In every tale, in every heart,

The boundless cosmos plays its part.

So, if you feel a gentle nudge,

A fleeting thought you can’t begrudge,

Perhaps it’s them, the cosmic kin,

Inviting you to look within.

For aliens walk not just the land,

But live where dreams and truths expand.

And in their gaze, the Earth shall see,

The endless bond of eternity.

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