A Soap Bubble In Space Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A fragile breath, a whisper thin,
Around our world, where life can spin.
A shield so slight, a precious cloak,
From sun's harsh fire, from void's cold stroke.

The oceans deep, the forests green,
The creatures small, the creatures keen,
All hold their breath, in this soft air,
A gift so pure, beyond compare.

Without its grace, this spinning sphere,
A barren rock, so stark and sheer.
No bloom, no song, no joyful sound,
Just silent dark, all around.

We, with our minds, so bright and bold,
A story starts, a tale untold.
Of plenty gained, and wisdom lost,
At what a terrible, final cost.

This bubble thin, our only home,
Through cosmic dust, we used to roam.
Now, shall we break it, with our greed,
And plant extinction's bitter seed?