A GRAIN OF SAND

It was past midnight on the mountain top.

Starlight from a thousand million stars above

Brightened the land with a silver gray.

Every leaf reflecting a drop of light.

So too tall trees became spears of silver gray.

Ghostly shadows stalked about the earth

As one lone figure moved out into the scene

From a group of nearby small wooden cabins,

Walked a few steps and then stopped

As though suddenly aware of the sky above.

Perhaps this thought went through his mind:

Could there be another blue green planet

Somewhere in that massive group of stars?

A grain of sand blown on the winds

Through endless space to one ideal spot

In which a new life would then evolve.

Could we be the only bit of solar dust

Which we call civilized life?

Are we truly civilized, is it truly life?

Does true life take another form or style?

Will we ever know the truth of our universe

Or will it always remain a question mark?