How many stories, fears, have you inspired?
How many millions, billions, of eyes have gazed up at you in wonder, hope, dreams, and wishes?
We know the countries who have wanted to lay claim to you and conquer your space, and have failed.
Been, done that, where’s the T-shirt and still we look up and seek you out. Blame you for the ebb and flow of humanity’s behaviour.
Still you pull me as much as the waters rushing in the Niagara Falls.
Whether in the night’s sky or now in morning’s light, I’m drawn to follow you anywhere; seek you always.
As much as the sun’s brilliance and light I emotionally crave, it is you that holds me, mesmerizes, captures my soul.
Not just another rock.
Just another rock.
