Our Only Home
Our life is but a fleeting moment,
A flip of a somber gnats eyelid,
Or the subtle wink of a katydid,
When measured by the earth extant,
Some four billion years, or more, ago.
From single cell to all the flora,
To all the lush and bountiful fauna,
That has roamed the lands and firmament.
With four billion years, or more, as yet to go,