The World Above Us

Abigayle Gracemoon

You see it outside your window every night before you sleep

It glows above you in the early morning before the sun starts to peak

It’s always hanging above you, no matter where you are

Though a constant companion you can see, to touch, it’s still too far

A privileged few have visited, and felt it below their feet

But the rest are left to wonder about what secrets it may keep

Millions of miles away it drifts, a freezing and desolate land

But still we admire it from the ground and contemplate its plan

Will we ever know all the beauties that float up there?

We may never know, but for now I choose to stare

And wonder about the things happening in a world of mysteries

A place that contains all the world’s histories A place we call space, the last frontier