How Are We Alone? Poem by George otto Becker

Beneath the earthen sky we were known.
Amongst all the animals we do roam.
The critters skitter along the shores where waters do foam.

In the rivers and the sea.
In our jungles and in our tree's.
Even in our tea.

Where we look and where we go.
Creatures live there don't you know.
Inside mothers infants grow.

Creatures of the morning.
And those that crawl in the night.
Even those that engage in flight.

Even a star is not prone.
With it's planets and moons to set the tone.
Under the dirt we do find bone.

How could we ever be alone.