Galactic Evolution Poem by James Walter Orr

Strange species will walk on the streets of tomorrow;
Perhaps they'll be as uncivil as we:
Bombarding the earth with the seeds of our sorrow;
Leaving behind only piles of debris.

A day has no length while exists a forever.
All is a moment on such a grand scale.
It's always uncertain, the things time will sever.
None have survived life to send back the tale.

The metes* of the heavens are bound for extinction.
Friction of time will erode them away.
While yet they can serve, may they serve with distinction;
Nothing will ever exceed their display.

While still the wind whispers and sends its caresses;
Still stands the stone until ground into sands.
The secrets of time that the earth now confesses:
Hidden in sandstone in multi-hued bands.