Girl Poem
I dreamed of a girl writing a poem for a second time now, the poem echoes in my head: The skies are clear, the world is bright, But something stirs beneath the light. A suspection grows within our hearts, Of an imminent visit from worlds apart. Are they friendly, or do they mean us harm? Will they come in peace, or with weapons drawn? Questions unanswered, fear in our eyes, As we await their arrival with bated sighs. Will they come with knowledge to share, To help us progress, and to show they care? Or will they come with power to seize, And to lay waste to our lands and seas? We know not what the future brings, As we ponder on these alien things. But we stand ready, with hearts and minds, To greet our visitors from beyond the skies.