The Grass Is Always Greener

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Traveling from old to new is not always the best thing to do.

Submitted: February 02, 2018

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The Earth is dying, the cry goes up,
Hope has fled away.
Escape is the only option in which to save the day.

Gather round all that are left.
Ready the ships for flight.
Anchor them no more to heed Earth's call,
Send them spiraling into the night.
So to ensure the race still runs.

Into space the intrepid flee.
Survive they must if tomorrows are to be.

Around the long arm of the Milky Way,
Long past the stars that spark and shine,
Wandering, ever wandering…onward.
Alert for a place to call ‘mine’.
Yellow suns and red suns passing,
Searching, ever searching…onward.

Grand plans and designs created,
Random chance instigated.
Encountering a world that fits the specs,
Examine, survey and double check.
New Haven appears innocent.
Egress from the ship begins.
Rising for man is a brand new day.

Optimism is rampant
Never doubting their find,

The forests are bountiful
Haven is Heaven,
Everything appears benign.

Others’ though begin to notice,
That all is not as seems.
Humans are disappearing.
Everyone listens for the screams.
Rather than to admit defeat

Security is emphasized.
Idle thoughts are dangerous
Disillusionment intensifies.
Even with a second chance, will the race end here?


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