Spacecraft Poem by Green Peace

Motionless like a still bird
Floating in midair
Flying across continents, oceans, islands, bays
Submerged in a pool of solitude

Conceiving a new mission
Visualising only countries of white clouds sailing behind
Alien rum seems everything
Gets acclimatised gradually the air of dignified recognition

A huge rise, a gargantuan descend
However high man scales
He will look down sometime, someday
Either sooner or later.