We keep searching past the moon,
Through velvet dark and silver dust,
Searching distant worlds for signs of life,
Yet forests fall without farewell,
Their pure lives thinned to smoke and scars.
Our oceans become heavy with our hands,
And keep drowning under stars.
The fox, the whale, the rooted seed,
The wing, the reef, the rain-washed stone
All speak a language.
A language older than any world.
Than any world unknown.
Perhaps the miracle we seek
Is not so far,
Perhaps not out of sight,
Perhaps the life worth saving first
Is with us all around
And maybe this earth
Is turning toward the light.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2026 01:05
- Comment from author about the poem: We must look after our planet before seeking life on others.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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Comments5
a true message to mankind my friend
Thank you |Norman.
Andy
most welcome
A strong message sent in beautiful words so poetic. A definite fave my friend
Most kind soren, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome my friend
And for the most part under our noses.
So very true Rik, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome, Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
Cooeee! We're here! Have they seen us yet, you and I? They've had millions of years to see us so far. lol.
So true Orchi.
Andy
Couldn't agree more, Andy.
Thank you Dave.
Andy
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